I
cry
we die
we stood tall
daily we all fall
my friend the mighty oak
trunk and limbs lying broke
leafy forests now burn and slash
crumbling into mounting piles of ash
smell the rising smoke see the blazing fire
our woods are transformed into a funeral pyre
bulldozers and chainsaws make a roaring sound
old pines and young saplings tumble to the ground
will
I be
next
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Living my personal mission statement, “Each One, Teach One,” my greatest blessing is being the mother of two, grandmother of three and a lifelong educator. A graduate of UF and UNF, I am the former principal of St. Paul’s Catholic School in Jacksonville Beach, Florida and executive director of Tree Hill Nature Center in Jacksonville.
Since retirement my avocation is now my vocation – freelance writing. The technical writing of past professional life evolved into more creative genres of poetry, short fiction and memoir. My goal is to invoke the entire spectrum of human emotions in my reader: longing to laughter, pain to promise, despair to discernment.
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I enjoy reading your posts. You are a delightful and talented lady!!