Before Michelle and I left for Michigan to celebrate Christmas with family and friends I wrote a poem entitled Your Buildings Be Damned. That piece was inspired by me waking up one morning to hear a logging tractor cutting down trees behind my apartment. After returning from Christmas break we found an orange fence had been erected around the logging zone and that a significant number of the trees had been removed. They were gone. This is a poem about that orange fence and the removal of those beloved trees.
The orange barricade that has been erected to keep people out of the logging zone behind my apartment.
A shot I took of some of the fallen trees. It is mostly pines.
There it stands,
Far, far in the distance
A barrier separating
Life from death.
Those trees which stand
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