Saturday, June 19, 2010

Tree Trimming

I looked out the window and what did I see?
But a utility truck parked under our tree.
They were revving their chain saws and cutting off branches.
I asked myself, “What are the chances
That they’d leave most of our tree if they possibly could?”
If we didn’t love our old trees, we’d sell them for wood.

Our trees give us shade and great privacy;
This is of utmost importance to me.
Our hammock wouldn’t be quite the same
If hung on metal bars with a chain.
To my great relief, there was little taken;
Although, the fuss left me a bit shaken.

1 comment:

  1. Neat! A poem for every situation! I like it!
    From the other side of the mountains.