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For days there has been the grate of the saw, the swish of the branches as they fall, The crash of the trunks, the rustle of trodden leaves, With the ‘Whoops’ and the ‘Whoas,’ the loud common talk, the loud common laughs of the men, above it all.

I remember one evening of a long past Spring. Sep 15, The trees are falling asleep The leaves are falling beneath So tired tired Falling into their beds To dampen darken and turn to dirt Dust to dust is a. Jun 24, When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die. When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with/5. Dec 17, “ The Trees Are Down” with its epigraph from the Book of Revelation, depicts British poet Charlotte Mew ’s own ideas of valor, and it might even foreshadow her own end. Jan 24, A heart touching tribute in remembrance of a fallen tree- a shelter, a provider, a protector, a purifier!

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The poem acquires a higher glory when the reader comes to know that it is written in remembrance of your demised mother. Absolutely brilliant! Mar 10, (To hear us talk) The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not bar Our passage to our journey's end for good, But just to ask us who we think we are Insisting always on our own way so. She likes to halt us in our runner tracks, And.