Lament For Greenbelt Iv

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One hot day in June 2000.

A buzzsaw man came through our land.

Wreaking havoc, without a plan, without a plan.

Woe, woe, woe, woe.

Pine trees were felled for no reason.

The headman said, "We got no rain this season."

Age-old manzanitas met the same fate.

The headman chanted "Too late, too late, we got no rain this season."

Soon, the woodchipper's whine was heard throughout the land, spewing tree bones, whining, groaning, littering the dead with chunks of debris, creating a graveyard for all to see.

Jagged-edged manzanita stumps stare, tree stumps weep, in despair the people watched. In shock.

A dastardly deed was done the day the headman's saw held sway, wreaking havoc on our land, without a plan, without a plan.

Woe, woe, woe, woe.

Greenbelt IV exists no more.

It's known now as graveyard IV.

Barbara McKee, Payson

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