Ma Cool's Place

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!