sick tree with wet feet
surrenders and collapses
paying nature’s toll
The Final Act
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November 8, 2025 at 12:38 am
Your poem is very true, Anneli. Although they eventually have to (or need to), I really dislike seeing trees come down.
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November 8, 2025 at 9:50 am
I feel that way too. We get a lot of pin cherry trees here, and they don’t have a long life in this climate, tending to rot easily.
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November 8, 2025 at 6:04 am
Excellent poem, Anneli. Ah, moderation. So true with trees and people. For some, it’s a tough lesson learned too late.
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November 8, 2025 at 9:47 am
So true, Grant. Applies to so many situations.
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November 8, 2025 at 6:20 am
As I learned to my chagrin, cacti don’t like wet feet either.
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November 8, 2025 at 9:47 am
Too much of a good thing, I guess.
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November 8, 2025 at 6:41 am
Bye bye sweet sickly tree.
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November 8, 2025 at 9:45 am
Sometime sparrow seat sadly spills.
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November 8, 2025 at 1:12 pm
🙂
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November 8, 2025 at 6:43 am
Proof that all things end…
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November 8, 2025 at 9:43 am
Yes, and back to nature.
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November 8, 2025 at 11:12 am
Yes indeed.
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November 8, 2025 at 8:18 am
Poor little tree, but we all have to leave this earth, nice little poem, I like it.
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November 8, 2025 at 9:46 am
Thanks, Ursula. We had a job to get it off the driveway too.
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