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Sign of the times, a poem
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.
Some other stories by Austinhealy
- My girl Brittany
Someone who loves dogs can't be all bad, I've been told. Whether it's tue or not, I'd like to intoduce to you my girl Brittany.
- The Power of Two, a short story inspired by life
One person alone can change a lot of things. But when two men who don't even know each other and live thousands of miles apart team up, they can pull a miracle.