The Axe Remembers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The Axe Remembers


Upon the wooden handle is carved a mark,

For every tree the axe has felled.

The head has been sharpened,

After and before each tree.


People do not understand,

For the purpose of the axe is to fell the tree

And to split the wood.

To reduce what was once great

And to bring it low.


The axe remembers the strength with which it was swung,

Every tree that was felled,

The hard wood of the oak tree

And the soft wood of the pine.


Long after the forrest is gone,

The axe remains and is used time and again,

Constantly the axe remembers,

It remembers the strength with which it was swung.


For the wood from the tree has many uses,

But the axe simply has one.

The axe may be used in different ways,

Along with different jobs on different days.

But an axe is an axe and it cannot change it's ways.


Why do we question,

Trying to change what is not meant to be changed.

We plant more trees but the axe remains.

For as the forrest weeps and fades away,

New trees are planted and what was once gone,

Grows back again.


But the axe remembers,

Every mark on the handle,

A sign of change.

The axe remembers and the axe remains.

Submitted: March 22, 2018

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