Trapped Cedars

They are evergreen trees but will never pass as beauty queens. Sometime between 1976 and 1990, someone planted three cedars along the fence line. It was not a crime, but over time, those trees and the metal fence became intertwined. I suppose I could have called a 'root grinder', but it would be costly and hard to grind. It's too bad those cedars were planted there, leaving me wondering with a whine. I can't imagine how the cedars must feel, never realizing the potential of their growth. The roots are wondering, never seeing the fence wrapped around the throat of the limbs. They remind me of boys and girls trapped in communities or schools or families of pain. Like the cedars, they are trapped in chains of despair and fear, and will never blossom and rise to the top, even though they have so much to gain. Great treatment and provisions of nutrients and water certainly help them survive, but unless they are freed from the incarceration of the fence, they will not thrive. They will never spread their limbs and grow tall because they are trapped and stalled. It's sad when your DNA says one thing, but reality has you pressed against the wall. 042520PSCtest, Strand No 750, Brian Strand