They
stand
so much taller
than
me
looking down
on my narrow
patch
of dirt.
When a fall tree
falls,
a witness
dies
Marked rings
betray
their age
scars
fire
rain
and periods of drought
killing Christ
or swamping the Ark
They fall
after the leaves have fallen
when death is done
when the wind has whispered
and then shouted.
Just Poetry 
I like this poem very much, and I would like to re-blog it on my site, SOMETIMES.
I tried the re-blog button in the comments section, but I didn’t see it appear.
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Well… I’m not sure why, but I am so glad that you enjoyed the poem. 🙂 Thanks for reading Gradmama2011!
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I have a blog thing going about Trees….especially a huge tree that recently was removed from a neighbor’s yard. This poem of yours is perfect! Thanks for the reblog.
You can see photos from a couple of weeks ago on my site (Sometimes.) The tree has since been cut down, and all that remains is a pile of debris. I have been working on a blog entry featuring the enormous demolition project. :-).
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Will do; I’ll give it a look! 🙂
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Reblogged this on SOMETIMES and commented:
I am very impressed with this poem and have asked permission of the author to REBLOG it on my blog.
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You have my permission, for sure! 🙂
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Thanks. https://mumbletymuse.com
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