Poetic Injustice
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In lovely prose did Kilmer write
Impressed by an arbored delight
“I think that I shall never see,
A poem lovely as a tree.”
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And in those days of poets past
The only way their words could last
Stained ink upon the wood-pressed sheaf
Paper hewn leaving homeless leaf
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His words so true to his nature
But scrawled upon simple paper
How could he possibly foresee
That his beauty would fell the tree
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In the boughs that held robin’s nest
A feathered friend can find no rest
Poems are made by fools, he said
But even he wanted his poems read
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Fame presses on a greater need
Axe cleaves as wooded soul is freed
And I can see the irony
That “Only God can make a tree”
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
Perhaps today, Kilmer would only release such a poem in Kindle format 🙂
I would like to think that is true. Thank you, Jim!
you are welcome, Brad!
beautiful, beautiful irony. I used to peel the bark off of the white birches in our yard when growing up and would write on them as my paper. I wish I still had one of these scrawlings. and – we didn’t have to sacrifice the tree for my folly. the trees survived in spite of me.
That must be how you learned to be so succinct in your writing. Glad the tree survived. Thanks for sharing, Beth!
I think you’re right!
Yes, you are so right, only God can make a tree and then come humans to destroy them. Beautiful words my friend!
Thank you, Francisco!
A pleasure always my brother!