blue mahoe (in memory of John Maxwell)

[fledgist]

 

the forest echoes when the mahoe falls

tall is the tree and strong deep is its root

at end of day even the staunchest bawls

 

honest men speak against all that appalls

their work is constant though most rare its fruit

the forest echoes when the mahoe falls

 

for just one instant fools delay their brawls

and bow their heads honour may touch the brute

at end of day even the staunchest bawls

 

at loss of friend we make our little calls

shed our few tears and learn it's absolute

the forest echoes when the mahoe falls

 

whether in calmness of the lecture-halls

or broadcasting to folk on their commute

at end of day even the staunchest bawls

 

knowing the silence that finally hauls

his voice away we cannot refute

the forest echoes when the mahoe falls

at end of day even the staunchest bawls