Poetry Sunday

You all know that I enjoy poetry, and occasionally post a poem that's caught my attention. Today, I'm starting up a new weekly feature - Poetry Sunday. Each Sunday (unless there's something else pressing I decide to post), I'll offer up for your entertainment a poem from my collection.

For the inaugural edition of Poetry Sunday, here's a poem for those of us who are getting a little older ...

The Woodcutter Changes His Mind

by David Budbill

When I was young, I cut the bigger, older trees for firewood, the ones
with heart rot, dead and broken branches, the crippled and deformed

ones, because, I reasoned, they were going to fall soon anyway, and
therefore, I should give the younger trees more light and room to grow.

Now I'm older and I cut the younger, strong and sturdy, solid
and beautiful trees, and I let the older ones have a few more years

of light and water and leaf in the forest they have known so long.
Soon enough they will be prostrate on the ground.

I hope you enjoyed the poem. Let me know whether or not you think Poetry Sunday is a good addition to my family of specialized posts (which so far includes Cartoon Saturday, The Ass Clown of the Month/Year, and Great Moments in Editing). And if you have a favorite poem, send me a copy ... I'm always looking for good ones.

Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo