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Contributed by Trauma on Thursday, 9th November 2006 @ 10:36:36 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

There was once a forest
It had a bike ramp, endless areas to explore, and a tree house
There were once children who played there
They had competitions for the best tricks on the ramp, played hide and go seek in the forest, and had many important meetings in the mysterious tree house
There was once a bridge over a little creek
The children searched for buried treasure in that creek and spent hours fishing for a big catch
There was once a field, in the middle of the forest right by that creek, where there were no trees
The children played baseball there, using a hat or coat for first, an old stump for second, a little hill for third, and a piece of cardboard for home that they had found there, and every day they assumed it would be there and it always was
A Homerun was awarded to those so fortunate to reach the creek but no one ever did
Then there was a man called Lundenburg who saw none of this
He saw a useless forest and a waste of space that had no relevance
He saw the green, but the green of money
He saw a land where homes could be
Then there was a bulldozer
It tore down all those trees where children had once hid
The men tore down that tree house where children had secret talks
The men filled in the creek and threw the bridge away where children had once fished and searched for treasure
They filled the field where children had played baseball, with houses and roads, and took out the stump, the piece of cardboard lost and forgotten
And now the child all grown up rides by there every once in a while and stares at the few trees of his forest left untouched and sighs
There was once a forest where children laughed and played
But it is no more

Copyright © Trauma ... [ 2006-11-09 22:36:36]
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