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Sign of the times, a poem

Updated on November 3, 2012
Bare Oak Tree. Portland, Oregon
Bare Oak Tree. Portland, Oregon | Source

Little tree by the side of the road,

Four, five inches in diameter,

Branches proudly aiming at the sky,

Minding his own business, just being a tree.


New strip mall now under construction,

So, commercial signs need to go up.

But little tree stands right in the way.

We know money doesn't grow on trees.


So the landscaper cuts the tree down,

At ground level with a big chainsaw.

Little tree is then shredded into

Mulch, laid to rest by another tree.


A year passes by, comes a new Spring.

And where little oak tree used to grow,

Four new saplings come out of the ground

And grow proudly to hide the big sign.


The landscaper removes the saplings

For the sign now owns the right of way.

For a while it's business as usual,

Then Winter takes over the country.


Burgeons bursting open everywhere

As another Spring has just begun.

And where little tree used to thrive

Half a dozen saplings show their nose.


Economic recession kicks in,

And businesses flourish no more,

So the commercial sign by the road

Rots away near a now empty mall.


Saplings develop with a vengeance

And grow into six healthy young trees,

Knocking down the sign on their way up.

Nature reclaims its territory.


Good business eventually returns

So there is need for a brand new sign.

But a defiant group of six trees

Stands right in the way. What should be done ?


The engineeer in charge of the sign

Determines that the cost is too high

To take the trees down, so the new sign

Is built sixty-five feet from the trees...


Copyright 2012 by Austinhealy, his heirs and assigns.

In the shade of the old oak tree, by Asher Brown Durand (1796-1886)
In the shade of the old oak tree, by Asher Brown Durand (1796-1886) | Source

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      Bernard J. Toulgoat 4 years ago from Treasure Coast, Florida

      Thank you for your your nice comment and for sharing your tree story. Yes, I'm a tree lover I have to confess. Big or small, I like them all. I just read the sadest story about a large patch of ash trees dying in England from something there is no cure for. Really upsetting!

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      Patricia Scott 5 years ago from sunny Florida

      Love this. Hurray for the trees. I cried like a baby when a 300 year old tree was removed in a Georgia town where I lived. It was in the center of a two lane road and made sort of a circular drive, four way exchange which had worked just fine for so many years. then, someone decided a four lane was needed...we campaigned and campaigned but the tree came down.

      I am so glad they won in your poem