Worse Than Death?

Three men died that day they said,

The day they felled the tree.

They said it was an accident.

Because they did not see.


Hidden in that musty oak,

Lived a Spirit deep.

Full of kindness and respect,

Through centuries of sleep.


But time will pass and greed will grow,

When men desire more,

They do not see the beauty there,

And end up sparking war.


Jerked awake with a mighty roar,

Anger flared within.

She felt the saw dig mortally,

And knew she could not win.


So, she lashed with all her might,

With sadness and with hate.

All her powers focussed now,

Upon the humans’ fate.


Imprisoned in a block of wood,

The three men face forever.

Never learning over time,

That Nature is quite clever.






This poem was inspired by the attached photograph sent to me by Dan Antion over at nofacilities.com.


23 thoughts on “Worse Than Death?

  1. John Hric

    The calendar disruption goes with the story. How this will effect Thursday’s schedule is anybody’s except your guess. And please don’t forget why you came into this room… Oh and by the way how do I find my way back from this room ! ? !

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  2. Dan Antion

    I saw this on Sunday and I thought I left a comment. I guess you tried to fix that calendar snafu. In any case, I love this, Pam. I think Maddie would be proud. I know she would have found this stump interesting enough for a few long sniffs. Then she would have given me that, “Pam might like this” look.

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      1. quiall Post author

        Maybe I’ll put one together just for you. Now about that book you are going to write… characters kicking the back of your chair…


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