A wooden table a simple thing
To most it is quite plain.
In a home or in a store, it’s something we all pass by.
Yet they hold a story. A mystery if you will
Look closely and you’ll be amazed
At the history they contain.
A forest giant they once were, standing tall for unknown years
Great age swelled their body
As they stood the test of time.
Enduring lifetimes of tragedy
Enduring untold agony
As they battled to stay alive
To simply be and survive.
Until the day they could no more
They bent and swayed and fell at last
A deafening thunder, a cannon blast
And the tree stood no more.
Taken away and torn apart
Used to make mankind’s delights
No longer could it feel the plight
It was simply bones, that our fingers touched in delight
Passersby quickly out of sight.
RedRavenPoems 
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