It still hurts
to see the remains of the old sugar maple
laying in piles where she once grew.
August past she was cut down
without mercy or respect
and has lain where she grew
for near 150 years.
Where she grew giving life
to creatures nesting in her limbs,
providing life to my shade garden,
sweet sap to maple sugar gathering.
It still hurts
to see her rotting and ignored
by the town whose land she grew on.
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