Another one bites the dust
For years you stood so tall
Providing shelter from the sun
Prince said you were always there
Swaying in the gentle breeze with care
When the cold winds of winter get near
You will warm our hearth and those we hold dear.
Tomorrow your stump will be no more
And you will be just oak lore.
The Kitty Justice is we will say good night to our woody friend.
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LOL Now you have done it, because that song will run around in my head all day. Peace
Monica
That is true but sadder still if it had blown down on the cabin or our power line. It had very little green wood in the trunk according to the tree man. Peace
Perhaps I should have cried out: "Timberrrrrr!"