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My name is Joy, and I love to write. 
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
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	 Green Peas at Stake  #547519 added November 7, 2007 at 3:20pm Restrictions: None	 
	Cargo 
	For miles we followed  
the big old truck on Route 66 
with a cargo that hinted at tears. 
 
Once towering and beneficent 
the mighty had fallen 
pinned to the barrenness 
of mercy without  
the tangle of boughs  
and empty bird’s nests. 
 
Still mighty those  
true knight-errants 
who once touched the clouds  
with their powerful heads 
glowing brightly under the sun, 
but naked now; 
creatures with no limbs 
those large tree trunks 
thrust on a flat-bed and chained 
like common criminals. 
 
They say, “Big trees  
grow back too; they  
just take longer,” 
but who can say  
we’ll be able to unload 
the cargo we carry? 
 
 
 
 
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