Shining Axe- A Poem

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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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Shining Axe- A Poem

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.

Shining Axe- a poem

Shining Axe

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.