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ROAD MAKING
Which stand of trees will stay great and magnificent,
Or which stand will fall their life too soon spent,
I could not make that call seeing them elegant and tall,
The pines so pretty, branches in white after a snow fall.

How many creatures will die as the road goes through?
Will they have to scurry to find a home somewhere new?
Does the rock feel pain as it is blasted to clear the way
To form a six lane highway to rush along fast every day.

I know we need the roads as more folks come to dwell
Up north where that wild beauty casts a bewitching spell,
Touches most hearts with a love of nature deep and true,
The mighty forest deep, hundreds of lakes of every hue.

Nature to us is forgiving, knows how to really heal,
We should care for what is left, no longer try to steal
The beauty of the north land that is so strong and free,
Let us enjoy the wild creatures and every splendid tree.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson December 6, 2003