The Woodcutter (Challenge Poem)
By WaryDreamer
I remember an old cartoon of a woodcutter short and stout. He carried his axe on his shoulderblade into the Redwoods and out. Amongst these giants, he made his choice picking the tallest and the best. The scene showed flying chip after chip as he chopped away at his quest. When he emerged, with his task complete, he was smiling proud and grand ~ and a tiny little toothpick gleamed, held by the fingers of his hand. Today, I realize this old cartoon was not so much about trees, but the confidence we have within ourselves and how sharp words bring us to our knees. Kind words make us grow and flourish~ turn us into something great ~ But biting words chip away at our soul bit by bit, and then it's too late. Our ego that once stood proud and tall dwindles to a tiny stick and all it takes to break our heart is one more tiny pick. m Written February 22nd, 2002 © on Feb 22 2002 08:11 AM PST 18 • 9 • 4
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