Ode to a grand old black walnut tree…
You stand in silent majesty
Your strength for all to see
You’ve stood there for over
A hundred years you grand
black walnut tree!
Your branches shield me
From the heat of the sun
I laugh and play in your shade
But now the Red Cross will
Have you cut down
A deal with a mill company made.
Never again will I admire your beauty
Money is more important they say
But I disagree and shall miss you
My heart is heavy on this day.
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