Trees that had stood so proudly
So proudly for 20,30,40 years or more
Cut down in one fair swoop
In a matter of hours, gone
Cut up in large chunks of trunks
Placed on a dozen trucks and driven away
Brush and branches fed into wood shredders
Marketed as perfect dressing of organic matter
The delight those trees had given to one and all
Shade from hot sun, shelter from rain or snow
Lost, had come to the end to serve the folk around
The abyss, the emptiness, they can be no more
The new edict - intensification - had taken over
Developers swoop in on that denuded public lot
To turn and churn the landscape to a muddy plot
Parkland having served a neighborhood well for decades
Will now be lost under concrete of new streets and upgrades
Forever changing the scene of that friendly local illumine
The generation today, witness to its saddening loss and ruin
Written at Courtice, Ontario - 27th November 2020
A sad tale so beautifully told! Thank you for remembering the trees and acknowledging their contribution over the years, numbering between twenty to forty. Trees making room for concrete is a sad story, and should be protested. You have rightly said: 'Forever changing the locale that had come to be loved The generations of today, witnessing its final demise'.
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The poem, so well written, deserves full marks and I gladly give it: 5 Stars *****! I recommend this poem to be selected as the 'Member Poem of the Day'.