MY TREE
I have a nice big tree,
It keeps the sun away from me.
It shades this home of mine,
But its roots grow all the time.
It’s getting great manure,
Because now they’re in the sewer,
It feeds new roots,
And sprouts new shoots.
But my tree will have to go,
OH NO!
Yes, my tree will have to go.
A cute and witty poem.
Best wishes always
from
your tree loving pal
Kay
Blessings,
Joyce B.
In New York I had a huge Oak in front of my house
by the time I sold the house, it's roots
had uplifted the sidewalk 6 inches
Yet I never had the heart to cut it down
He was there hundreds of years before me.
Love & Peace
William
ET
Regis
was robbed of its trees. Hundred-foot hardwoods, cedars, pines. . .guess you know they scream when the dozer hits. Terrible, terrible. Like Elizabeth says, thank heaven for that beautiful
jacaranda. May there be many, many beautiful trees in your
future. You deserve them!! 'Pea' <3
Be safe,
Karen
Elizabeth