Trees

I thought that I would never see
Man so humbled by a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the tension wires’ breast;

A tree that shorts the power grid,
more than lightning ever did;

A tree that put the country dark
From Toledo east to Central Park;

Perhaps it was among pendants;
Mad we call then power “plants”.

Progress marches on, you see,
But watch out, watch out for that tree.
With apologies &ct &ct

They told us the trees were out to get us, but we didn’t believe them.

sniff

That was beautiful.

Joyce would forgive you, but as he died in 1918 that would be difficult. At least you didn’t mention sod:D