Tree Harvest Day

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    Tree Harvest Day

    Father and son are working hard,
    Harvesting trees from my front yard.
    Have you ever seen a walking tree?
    They are as noisy as can be.
    The tops sway to and fro,
    as if they're in a big blow.
    It makes me sad to see them go,
    rvrn thow it needs done. I know.
    I think about the birds, squirrels and rabbits,
    and know we're destroying their habitats.
    It's interesting to me to see,
    the way they harvest planted trees.
    It's quite a sight to see tress lumber about.
    As they fall, TIMBER I want to shout.
    It wasn't done on a lark.
    We want our land to be a park.
    We just decided that it was time,
    to get rid of the planted pine.
    I'm glad today is good weather.
    I enjoy watching a family work together.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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