An Old Apple Tree Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

I remember my next door neighbor
Defending her owner’s rights
Protecting a gnarly old apple tree
That had grown to great heights

Its strong branches extended
Into the backyard power lines
Workmen from the electric company
Declared... your tree is in decline

The best strategy would be removal
Problems could be solved in advance
Insuring that it wouldn't be a hazard
With folded arms she stated, 'Not a chance…'

That apple tree has a long history
To her it had status…it was a shrine
Her kids had built a tree house
Years ago…it was of superior design

The structure gave a sense of pride
It was their exclusive place
Time for dinner was a holler away
These memories she still embraced

Trim what in essential for safety
But the tree stays to kindly remind
An elevated abode no longer exists…
Yet, youthful laughter replays in her mind

8/21/09