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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A TREE MADE INTO PAPER, by ROBERT SPARKS WALKER
First Line: I saw you when you reached the paper mill
Last Line: To scan your bark for black-shelled beetle-words.
Subject(s): Paper; Trees
First Line: I saw you when you reached the paper mill
Last Line: To scan your bark for black-shelled beetle-words.
Subject(s): Paper; Trees
I saw you when you reached the paper mill,
You seemed forlorn, your bark was rough and scarred;
I watched you chipped; you were so very hard,
Men steeped you in a boiling vat until
You were a pulp; you did not dare stand still;
A flattened thin, white face was your reward;
But you were ready to receive and guard
My weeviled thoughts expressed with care and skill.
When you see men with long red noses stare
At you, you think they are woodpecker birds
Who follow on your trail to catch their share
Of bugs that one time came to you in herds;
And as your pages turn, the readers dare
To scan your bark for black-shelled beetle-words.
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