A Weeping At Bending Tree Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Bending tree, subluxed from time,
and absent of friendship-
from its fellow nature, all gone now,
once neighbors intertwined as one-
providing spine of arboral station
to each other for six scores of years,
staving off inertia.

Now, open space, vast, void of life;
they say the condominiums will rise,
studios starting at a million two,
rich as the soil each foundation will-
deeply settle into concrete and shale;
nature takes another slap 'cross her face,
today a bending tree, tomorrow cheap kindle.

I heard some green group petitioned-
to no avail, so they came here to weep,
for their angst with political interest.

The condominiums will rise, and be sold
at a price incomparable to natures pearls,
man-made structures will never supersede
what God and Nature gave to Earth naturally.





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