Friday Fictioneers 19th November

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is our hostess for the Friday Fictioneers photoprompt.
This week her choice is supplied by Dale Rogerson.
Thank you ladies!
Like tears, the leaves gently fall,
Shed in sorrow and grief
At what had become of their comrades,
Their lives being all too brief.
When will Man understand
The importance of trees such as they,
Why must they be felled and dissected
To be burned, take the chill off the day?
Stacked and displayed, just like this,
The leaves of Autumn are shed,
Nature’s tears for the fallen once living,
Now discarded and dead.

74 words


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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41 Responses to Friday Fictioneers 19th November

  1. Dale says:

    It is sad, for sure… Especially when there are less harmful ways of heating. It is such a warm heat, though ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. neilmacdon says:

    The leaves will be back next year, like tears slipping back up cheeks

  3. murisopsis says:

    At least trees are a renewable resource when managed properly! Sadly most trees are just cleared away for “progress” and to put in a parking lot!

  4. Sadje says:

    A poignant story Di.

  5. I remember hearing of somewhere that’s planting three young trees for every mature one felled.

  6. granonine says:

    When I was 10, e moved to Oregon. Traveling to the beach one day, we drove through the vast area of the Tillamook Burn, where acres and acres of trees and undergrowth had been turned to charcoal. It was devastation. But some years later, taking the same drive, we saw the evidence of how the forest was restoring itself, with tender green brush, and saplings that would become strong, beautiful trees. It was a good lesson for me. I’m glad for the reforestation efforts some logging companies make. It shows they’ve developed a conscience! But, left to itself, the forest will recover.

  7. Bear says:

    Powerful words to go with a powerful picture. Enjoyed reading this.

  8. willowdot21 says:

    I love trees and this poem truly breaks my heart๐Ÿ’œ

  9. Ain Starlingsson, forestbathing hermit says:

    Beautiful poetry โ€” I often find to be a wonderful site to submit poetry.

    This whole replanting thing….it really is problematic. Most of the cases I’ve seen involve well-meaning and enthusiastic people who plant and disappear. Many saplings do not survive such careless planting. Others plant trees that were the cheapest to buy, for a given firm or forest commission, whatever was there before. In both cases the concept of variety seems to have evaded them.

  10. mjlstories says:

    I love going out to the woods and sitting around a fire – but we do need to find better ways to heat ourselves and we need to preserve our precious trees, or at least use them for beautiful buildings and furniture that lasts and lasts and make sure we plant and look after more trees!

  11. pennygadd51 says:

    I enjoyed the gentle sadness of your poem. I hope that the promises of governments and corporations to restore tree cover over large areas of countryside will be honoured.

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