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Archive for October, 2009

A clearcut beckons at the forest edge,

Still standing stumps freely offer solace

 

Clouds climb and sprint across the clearing sky

Wind whips and whistles through barbed wire

 

Douglas Fir sentinels stand and sway,

Trunks scarred by fire and drought,

Bark peeled and bored by beetles,

hieroglyphics, indecipherable, left behind

 

Roots reach deep and strong into unknown earth

Yielding wisdom to all who listen, hear

and remember.

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