The Old Dead Tree
28 October, 2004
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)


The birds no longer sing
In the tree outside my view
They used to sing all day
And keep me quite amused

The tree once so beautiful though dead,
Has now been brought down
I watched the workers cut away
What is left there on the ground

They the middle's still standing
Where the woodpecker bobs his head
Every day at 6:30pm he comes
Wonder if he'll go somewhere else now, instead

I think that I will miss that old tree
Even though it stood there dead
Listening to the songs that nature sings
Now all but memories left in my head


Comments on this poem/writing:

Terrie* ( -- Saturday, October 30 2004, 12:46 am

Dreamer, very moving words....sad...but moving..

this reminded me of the old neighborhood in the country where my husband and i were raising our children.. a good friend of ours (my adopted mom)had passed away her son sold her property dirt cheap..her and her husband had planted tress before he went away to fight in pearl harbor ..
all the trees everything was dug out, left bare. with not much to see.. a wooden fence put up for their privacy ...when i went back and saw all that.. it tore my heart..we spent many hours on her back patio sipping tea...her home was like a haven to beauty and birds, squirrels ,doves all gone now since she passed away and her property sold..

thank you for such lovely words..
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