The Woods
A poem.
by R.G. Trepanier
October 9, 2004
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I walked in the woods today. The woods - quiet, serene, once ringing with the shouts and screams of children as their toboggan deposited them in a snowdrift ... or listening to the swish... swish as kids on cardboard sleds slide down a carpet of pine needles.
The woods were quiet today. only the bluejays, chipmunks, and the other inhabitants of the lofty branches and the lower ground seemed to appreciate the reason for its existence.
The woods - soon to be the site for houses, and garages, swingsets and pools, seems to have lost its hold on young people and kids ... who used to romp, ski, slide and play in its vastness, the occasional slap of a mosquito, and the seasonal "Ma, I found a woodtick!"
Today I heard a chain saw eat its way through another tree.
The woods are dying.
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