TheBanyanTree: Nightmare on Rose St

[Tom Smith]

A poem with a punch, Woof.  It hurt.

Seems like one of the first orders of business when a house
is sold in my area, is for a big tree on the property to get cut
down.  Breaks my heart.  

So far, the best cure I've found is to plant one.  This spring, 
I planted THREE, an apricot, sweet lime and a loquat.  


>            Nightmare on Rose St
>
>            No sound of bird song
>            Punctuates the air
>            Instead the futile screams
>            Of trees' death throes,
>            And the howl of chainsaws
>            Rend the canvas of the day.
>            Mute bare earth now remains.
>            And the birds have gone.