During the 4 hour car ride for my recent vacation, I decided to write a poem about the forests of dead, decaying, and regenerating trees. Thought it turned out kind of cool.
I pass a field of fallen heroes
Broken and battled, but still standing
Through fires and storms
They still provide a bird's landing
Beaten and weary,
The poor remainder,
Survivors of nature's fury
The once proud contenders
Ambassadors of the forest,
Having lost their colors
No more mothers
No more fathers
Returning to the ground
From whence they came
Giving room to newcomers
To take on the name
Oak, Maple, Beech and Pine
Which once stood high, proud and fine.
Years, decades, of regeneration
Leads to renewal, life, resurrection
Andrew J. Mattson
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