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Progress by Chuck Buckner Friday, May 23, 2008 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan True Story. Near where I live, I watched as huge, hundred year old oaks were leveled to create a new shopping center. Now, the building and huge parking lot stands empty and has been so for several years. A new shopping mall was built acrosss town.
Progress I look at an empty parking lot parking spaces painted, yellow lines nice and neat I once looked at huge white oak trees here, in this place, growing wild and free Chainsaws cut them all down leveled them, nice and neat. progress, money. Squirrels fed here for hundreds of years progress comes with a price The huge building is empty too since the new supercenter opened across town Since the building and lot are empty not being used I wonder, how long would It take to put the trees back?

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Reviewed by Gene Williamson	5/23/2008

In my philosophy, Chuck, we're all brothers and sisters to the tree. So what happened to your huge oak trees is plain ol' murder. Good poem, damn well written. - Gene.