THE TREE ACROSS THE STREET
Copyright 2012 Gordon L Kuhn All Rights Reserved
February 2, 2012
There’s a tree across the street.
It’s a proud tree!
A standin’ tall tree.
Tall and wide, nothin’, it ain’t got nothin’ shameful to hide.
Limbs spread out before the world, reachin’ for the sky
Leaves bright green. Been greener lately than I ever before had seen.
Roots spread out growing deep in the gritty, rocky soil
Where its toes are tickled by the sand,
As they push their way deeper in the land
Searchin’ for the water lines
To surround and tap a few.
It’s clearly in my view.
This tree is a special tree
And I see it every day.
I stop and stare and marvel at it standing there,
It’s filled with oak tree pride
For seven years, no maybe eight
It’s stood there, across the street
It ain’t bothered nobody.
It’s waving leaves greets me in the mornin’,
And if I wake at night from my snorin’
And go outside, it’s there.
It’s a comfort.
Well, tree trimmers by the owner were called
Who has a grievance ‘bout that ol’ tree what done no wrong to him.
And I do believe they committed a sin
Against that poor ol’ oak tree
For it once was filled with branches and leaves most thick
But as I went outside yesterday
To say hello to my leafy friend
I fell back in startled shock
For that tree,
That glorious old oak tree,
Was liken to a marshmallow stuck upon a stick.