The Family.

A irreverent stab at a nation of fools!

It starts with a seed, white and pure,

Soiled and brown by soil itself alone,

A sprinkle of nature our life giver water,

Careful now for it might just hit a stone.

Resembling a weed at first peek,

Squinting petals as it sees dawn's light,

Pushing up to heaven at a trains pace,

Yet getting no-where in this lonely fight.

At last my first goal is achieved,

My arms as green as grass, are free,

But wait, there are others here to see,

A lot bigger but yet the same as me.

Years have passed, I'm now strong and tall,

My trunk is full and sturdy in stature,

My leaves come and go in all colours,

All that is wrong is my tiny root fracture.

Oh God help us all we hear the rumbling,

See those orange caps coming closer by me,

A roaring engine and spinning blades,

Years old bark now stripped it has to be.

Alas my beauty and power wasn't enough,

The family has all been chopped down,

At least the paper we make may be useful,

Not even that can turn this horrid frown.

Author's Note

Thoughts welcome.

Reviews

[Mark]

Nicely told! I connected with this, with the trees. I felt the images of orange capped loggers come to kill. There is deeper meaning here as well, not spoken. The implications of death to support... ? legal briefs? paperbacks? computer paper for children to print out their Paint scribbles?

Nice and different. I enjoyed reading it.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you

[Thea]

Aw. That was very beautiful. I will put this on my library! Your imagery was stunning, Thomas. The metaphors, too, was great. I enjoyed reading it. The flow was such a plus. Oh, I have no more words to express how amazing this was. I simply loved it!

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Love the way you wrote this. Very sad but the imagery was flawless xx

[Sleepless]

i like it i like the metaphor it is well used, i love the imagery in this poem and i can relate to what you wrote :) you are an amazing poet !:)

[unsavable_soul]

I really like this,
I often find that common of your work. I really enjoy reading it. Ending definitely a little off to me but other wise I could say nothing in detraction from the beauty in rough beginnings and beautiful growth. i suppose death or an unfortunate end are given, but as I said sad.

"Years have passed, I'm now strong and tall,
My trunk is full and sturdy in stature,
My leaves come and go in all colours,
All that is wrong is my tiny root fracture."

I love this stanza and the mental imagery it brought to mind in description as well as in it feeling alive to me as the reader. The pain of early damages is something we all must live with, as usual I may go to far so sorry. Great write loved the read and good art friend.
Sincerely
Christopher
100/100

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you me darling x

[unsavable_soul]

Most welcome dear :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A beautifully crafted piece Thomas with a very sage message. You ecologist!

[Jack...]

Thomas, I think you did a great job on this poem. I liked following the life of the tree but I can honestly say I did not see that ending coming. That really made the piece for me. Very nice.

[Rene Velez]

isn't it incredible that no matter what or who you are there is always conflict, a constant tug on right and wrong, dark and light, great imagery by the way, solid write.

[Dayran]

Reaching outdoors for a view of the temporal natures provides a powerful lesson of the conflicts in life. It may be a matter of not seeing the woods for the trees. Nice write.

[Baby Ricochet]

This is a bit different from what I've read of you. It's stanzas and not lines that go "BOOM!" It does make a good point though and the flow is marvelous. Great work as always Thomas.