I was the best in the field,
and yet my owner cut me down,
Now I have become a short,
sad tree stump for now.
Once I was a towering tree,
the bravest and tallest giant of the woods to thrive,
Holding onto my leaves like an umbrella for humans,
happy to be alive.
And then I was cut down in pieces,
and sold for my parts,
Headed to a factory,
and then to supermarts.
You may have broken me down,
but still you use me everywhere,
From lumberjack to factory,
my life has never been fair.
I can be used for writing words and numbers,
acting as both required,
Or in the cold, frigid, winter months,
you burn me for your fire.
But now I have been cut –
a tree stump just sitting here I will rot,
alone and abandoned for more than a year.
And yet I still have faith,
and courage to shoot up again,
Become taller and stronger,
unable to be cut by men.
But for right now, I will just be staying here,
My back aching from the bumps I got,
So I shall just remain a sad little tree stump.
-Lynette M. Hemingway, 8th grader