Nancy Kaufman Poet Light Verse

A Sycamore's Demise

I am one of the oldest trees around.
My roots grow aggressively and deep in the ground.
I am a sycamore, most regal and proud.
My branches so high I can touch a cloud.
I'm usually found near wetlands and streams.
My thirst is unquenchable, or so it may seem.
I've weathered many seasons, endured the test of time,
but recently my roots grew into your sewer lines.
I witnessed the crane pulling up on our street, now bringing me down
will be a true feat.
I'm now shackled in ropes which I find quite appalling,
the whining chain saws, my branches now gnawing.
The solemn neighbors gather in the side yard.
My trunk succumbs and hits the ground hard.
My aging stump is all I'll convey as my decimators
climb in their trucks and drive away.

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Chris Green October 1, 2021 at 2:15 PM Wonderfully written and expressed. Sycamore are truly majestic trees, it is sad when they go. Chris Green October 4, 2021 at 2:23 PM The biggest sycamore I have ever seen was in Brandywine close to Kennett Square. It was a majestic tree, I will never forget it. Nancy Kaufman October 2, 2021 at 5:45 AM Thanks Chris. I appreciate the comment. I have one in the front yard here in Central Pa. and am trying to work with the state college experts to save it. I really love this tree but am afraid the recent upgrade to the sewer system here has had some dire consequences. Trees are so worthy of surviving. I do hope this one can be saved.