The neat old tree!

Ode to the Tree



When we moved here in two thousand one,
The tree was a neighborhood icon,
Everyone amazed at its size,
The question of its age did always arise,

For it has stood for many a year,
And when it fell all shed a tear,
Under it we played and decorated its girth,
For all around its uniqueness was its worth,

We will miss the tree for now its gone,
No longer here to decorate our lawn,

And only pictures left to sing its song!

The Sun setting on the neighborhood Icon!

Well, its gone, the neighbors
all helped us get it out of the yard. The young woman across the streets Dad has
the log truck, and someone else had the rollback. Golly what great neighbors, I
thought we would be trying to get rid of this for a long time. Now there is just
a little clean up.

Thanks to my neighbors

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