Friday, April 29, 2016
Poem Travesty by Patricia Laster mourns the random cutting of park trees.
Hi fellow lit lovers. I met Pat Laser at the Dairy Hollow Writers Colony in Arkansas and I have been following her blog and poetry ever since. Pat is gifted, I'm sure you will agree. Here is her latest prize winner, "Travesty." This poignant work describes the cutting of trees "for the safety of walkers." Joan M. Baril
Travesty
The walking
trail through Wyndham Park, with oaks
and willows,
maples, sycamores and gums:
a splashy
autumn show for city folks
in step with
robin songs, cicada hums.
One day, sweet
woodsmoke in the air, they came:
a droning,
giant buzz, like screaming knives
with swishing
crashes following. The lame
excuse:
obliterate what threatens lives.
They cut two
hundred-plus: the young, the old,
the stately,
vivid trees. Mimosas spared,
their listless
beanpods left to hang like cold
and desiccated
tears; but trailside’s bared.
The robins,
mockingbirds have taken wing
but I am safe
amidst this awful thing.
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