By The Canadian
The woods are peaceful today.
A buck dashes into a clearing.
A bobcat pads silently through the forest
A brook babbles consistently.
The trout leap about in the rapids.
Tomorrow, the laws of the forest are broken.
A gunshot sounds.
An ax swings.
A magnificent tree falls to the ground.
All of America hears it.
Cabins are erected in the forest's stead.
The brook has been dammed.
A bobcat slinks up to it for food.
But the trout are gone.
The white man has come.
Tree after tree,
Shot after shot,
The woods disappear.
The land that was once so majestic and beautiful sheds all her tears.
And yet has more to spare.
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