clearcut

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clearcut

its a clearcut case of a family tree
rolled down the mountain and out to sea
right into the millhouse that family tree
is in a newspaper rack two bits a copy

its a clearcut case of a clearcut land
that once stood proud in the home of the brave
now the shanghai express got the family tree
hear the whistle blow its gone across the waves

its a clearcut case of a broken heart
a little baby girl barely got a start
the lumber yard got the family tree
makes sawdust sprinkles out of you and me

its a clearcut case of a selfish man
sold us short and stripped the land
cut to the quick for all to see
how to make a buck off the family tree

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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