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That big pine tree by the pond
Came down hard this morning
It’s thick, olden trunk was no match
For the harsh, March wind
Pinecones cover the pond surface
From bank to bank, no water visible
I wonder if any light shines through
I bet the fish think
It’s Armageddon
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Love the twist with fish thinking, “It’s Armageddon.” Creates so much more to this poem than weather taking down trees. . . . Wonderful poem!