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[aid] => mick
[title] => No more
[time] => 2006-11-09 22:36:36
[hometext] => Hey wrote this poem a few years ago for a class, it's not great, but here it is.
[bodytext] => There was once a forest It had a bike ramp, endless areas to explore, and a tree house There were once children who played there They had competitions for the best tricks on the ramp, played hide and go seek in the forest, and had many important meetings in the mysterious tree house There was once a bridge over a little creek The children searched for buried treasure in that creek and spent hours fishing for a big catch There was once a field, in the middle of the forest right by that creek, where there were no trees The children played baseball there, using a hat or coat for first, an old stump for second, a little hill for third, and a piece of cardboard for home that they had found there, and every day they assumed it would be there and it always was A Homerun was awarded to those so fortunate to reach the creek but no one ever did Then there was a man called Lundenburg who saw none of this He saw a useless forest and a waste of space that had no relevance He saw the green, but the green of money He saw a land where homes could be Then there was a bulldozer It tore down all those trees where children had once hid The men tore down that tree house where children had secret talks The men filled in the creek and threw the bridge away where children had once fished and searched for treasure They filled the field where children had played baseball, with houses and roads, and took out the stump, the piece of cardboard lost and forgotten And now the child all grown up rides by there every once in a while and stares at the few trees of his forest left untouched and sighs There was once a forest where children laughed and played But it is no more [comments] => 0 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Trauma [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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