Timber Tall Tree Stands
I need help on interpreting this poem?
Improved Farm Land
Tall timber stood here once, hee on a corn belt farm along the Monon.
Here the roots of a half-mile of trees dug their runners deep in the loam for a grip and a hold against wind storms.
Then the axemen came and the chips flew to the zing of steel and handle--the lank railsplitters cut the big ones first, the beeches and the oaks, then the brush.
Dynamite, wagons, and horses took the stumps--the plows sunk their teeth in--now it is first class corn land--omproved property--and the hogs grunt over the fodder crops.
It would come hard now for this half mile of improved farm land along the Monon corn belt, on a piece of Grand Prarie, to remember once it had a great singing family of trees.
PLEASE HELP ME INTERPRET THIS POEM. IF I DONT THEN I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO PLAY BASEBALL
What the poem is trying to tell you is that once there was something beautiful, trees, everything. Then, people came and destroyed it. I am not sure if you mean what it is trying to tell you, like what is actually happening in the poem or what it symbolizes, but I am guessing that something good was taking away forever.
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