Killing My Tree With His Saw Poem by ART PAUL SCHLOSSER

I heard he had a good saw
I heard he like to give trees a trim
So I watch him at his work
And skillfully he did begin
So I thought I could trust
This young boy, a farmer's son was him

It gave me pain when I saw him
Sawing away at the limbs
Killing my tree with his saw
Killing my tree with his saw
I thought he was just pruning
But he was really killing my tree with his saw

He said that it had a diseased
And that it could not be saved
So before I had a chance to stop him
He started sawing it away
Like as if it didn't matter
And now it's gone today