Hey just wondering what you all thought about this poem. I'm new to the forums but don't be gentle on me, bring it! PS Sorry for posting twice I didn't realize i wasn't logged in the first time! If someone could delete the other one...again sorry.

Timber! Timber!

Timber! Timber! There he goes!
Will he die? Know one knows!
Tall and proud he stood up strong
But now he falls too headstrong
To the ground he descends
This is not what God intends

In the beginning he was a tree
In the forest where he longed to be
Tall and proud he stood up strong
With the other trees he got along
This the reason we were shocked
Why he was so easily rocked

But yet here we stand observing
As the one we respect is curving
He begins his treacherous tumble
All because of a single stumble
Roots too weak to hold the ground
His hearth and home will not be found

Not in this life nor in the next
For they are lost on his ill effects
Water won’t reach him anymore
Sunlit rays he will no longer store
In broad daylight he is falling
These days no longer will he be recalling

Timber! Timber! There he goes!
Will he die? No one knows!
The final moment has come at last
His life now exists in the past
I do not think he will survive
The tribulations of this horrible divide

Now he leans to a side
His heart, his mind in their thoughts collide
This is the scariest time of life
Knowing he has lost all in strife
He now accepts his destiny his fate
As hope is found for him too late

There he goes in his fall he speeds
Weeping as he has not planted his seeds
Top speed is reached near the last
He is moving very fast
His life he wishes to amend
Though I fear it is too late, my friend

Timber! Timber! There he goes!
Will he die? Know one knows!
As his trunk nears the ground
We cover our ears, anticipate the sound
There it is that sound we hear it
A crack and a pop we truly fear it

Is he alive or has he died?
No movement can we see divide
The time and place as we endear
Death has come it does appear
A one so great as he has passed
From this life and his deeds amassed

Timber! Timber! There he goes!
Why he has died? No one knows!
His trunk has cracked his bark has peeled
And in terror we had reeled
At the sight of one so proud so great
And how he had met his perilous fate.

©2006 Mike Broudy. All rights reserved.