The Cedar
Sitting on the deck
Looking out at the lake
With the sun shimmering
And the waves gently beating the shore,
I sit with a heavy heart.
I am watching and listening
To the giant cedar tree
That predates me by I
Don’t know how many years.
I am listening to it dying.
When the wind blows
I hear it groan,
I hear it moan
In pain as the two halves
Of the split, running down
The middle of its body,
Rub together
Causing it pain.
Causing its death.
This giant cedar is not long
For this world I am afraid.
Either the wind will take it
Or man’s chainsaw will take it.
Either way,
The thought fills me with sadness
As I watch and listen to the
Death throes of this
Magnificent creature.
Roy W. Backes
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Roy W. Backes - Poetry 