VALEDICTORY FOR A TREE
Dismantling an oak that’s been your friend
And home to families of squirrels and birds
In your backyard is hard to apprehend
And will not be relieved by soothing words.
The best I hope to do in writing this
Is to commemorate the fond rapport
We’ve long enjoyed and now shall always miss,
As will its former tenants even more.
Its massive branches shorn and broad trunk sliced,
It seems the victim of an ancient rite
Demanding something grand be sacrificed
To spare us from some dark impending blight.
It’s true this tree had power to crush our home,
But that’s a subject for another poem.