Shining Axe- A Poem

Photograph: Light Through Dark Forest

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I wander through the wild wood-land

Where the great oak trees stand

 

As the trees dance and swing

The gentle wind does calmly sing

Its beautiful song of peace

But then suddenly; the tune does cease

Something is terribly wrong

In the forest, strong

Here come men into the land

Shining axes in each hand

With their axes they chop and thump

Until every tree becomes a stump

And as the trees do crack and splinter

They leave the wood like a heath in winter

 

I stagger through the naked wood

Where the great oak trees stood.

 

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