I’m not just a logger;
I’m a matchmaker for trees.
See, how life goes for them
Is one arbor sees
The love of their life
Just a few feet away,
And they spend their time loving
Each other all day.
After a while
What these trees want so much
Is to lean over a little
And let their bodies touch,
So I whop out my chainsaw
And bring that love to fruition.
It makes me feel good
And it pays her tuition.
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“Long skinny tree,
Tell what you see
From your vantage point
Up in the sky.”
“Well short human man,
I’ll tell if I can,
But I’m afraid
I don’t have any eyes.”
“So you mean to say
That trees go all day
Without ever seeing
Your beautiful view?”
“Yes indeed, I am blind
Just like all of my kind.
But at least I am tall,
Unlike you.”
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My mind is an elm tree,
Or cedar, or spruce,
But not like the kind
That like to produce.
My mind may or may not
Be like a tree,
But it’s an excuse for a poem.
Did you expect better from me?
(And yes, this is happening
On New Year day three).
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