The Last Redwood

Time told me
With the passing
Of the breeze
My days are now
Numbered, as
Death shall seize

All of my clan
Has now gone
I’m the very last
Standing alone
In the graveyard
Of others’ past

Just stumps now
Remain, of my
Family’s good life
The last redwood
From a clan that
Fell with strife

The land, barren
Sky is darkened
My leaves, dead
The wind arrives
Time was right
Fate lies ahead

Dull thuds echo
A sudden shower
Makes my shawl
In the passing of
Life, did they win?
No, they lost all.

For Writer’s Island – #20 – The Last Redwood
For One Single Impression – #133 – The Passing
Image: Fallen Redwood In Muir Woods by artist Driller, DeviantArt

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

60 thoughts on “The Last Redwood”

  1. I think you did an awesome job of ‘being’ the Last Redwood, and the pic – what can I say? it breaks my heart to see those tall proud trees like that… I can only hope it was a natural death, and not man-induced.

  2. As I read this, I thought of Job 14:1 – “Man born of woman is of few days and full of trouble” – life is short or as Sandy said above, “temporary.”

    Wonderful poem. Thank you.

  3. And they will lose all if they keep chopping trees for whatever reason! A nice poem with lots of feeling, and message as well! Well written, Leo!!

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