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Poetry in the park

Sept. 11, 2016, 2:38 p.m.


Something there is that loves a century old tree,

An oak reaching skyward, way up above me,

And branching out forever.

That was here long, long before,

I was a twinkle in my father’s eye,

That abided time, and watched down below,

As some of my ancestors walked on by.

The mischief of chain saws is another thing,

The buzz of the ripping saw loudly rings,

Louder than bells that toll for trees,

A sound that brings me down, down to my knees.

One day the neighbor sent a notice to me,

The Oak that sheltered my tiny yard,

Where I’d come to enjoy my privacy,

Leaned a bit out above his roof, so he,

Proposed to shape it “professionally”.

The leaves were down, the crew arrived,

Carving up all, whatever they’d see,

But stood there waiting before they’d attack,

To watch me standing under my tree.

I frantically phoned, and the neighbor came,

An absentee owner in a classic car,

Retired now, and living afar,

But he who couldn’t stop worrying

That a healthy branch might someday fall,

And damage his investment property:

A tree as healthy as it could be.

An ultimatum was issued aloud to me,

He could cut it be right at the property line,

Or handle the problem “professionally”.

He meant with insensitivity!

Before I’d cut, I’d try to see,

By sitting below, who uses the tree,

I’d ask to whom I might give offense,

Before I hid behind precedents,

And claimed the sky as my property.

He parted of course, his crew maimed my tree,

Only half is left, which belongs to me,

His rights protected, a century now gone

No branches hang over his asphalt lawn,

Did he ever care for the tree or me,

No, he handled us both “professionally”.

Now I wonder if he knew what he was cutting off,

Something there is that doesn’t love half a tree,

Or a neighbor who hides constitutionally,

This poem’s for him, it’s the mischief from me.

James W Firestone

What is that little treehouse all about?

Sept. 11, 2016, 2:37 p.m.

The tree house is right at the entrance of the park.

Why don’t you have a look inside and see what you think. Bring your kids. They will enjoy it!

We will have an official ceremony to celebrate the completion of this project soon.

Dutch Book Club in the Park 6/26/2016

July 9, 2016, 2:38 p.m.

Under a giant Tulip tree, we gathered this morning for coffee and koek to discuss “Boven is het Stil” by Gebrand Bakker. The book, entitled “The Twin”, is available in an English translation. This was the first time we met in the park, and we decided to continue this experiment the next time we get together in August. Different book: ” Heren van de Thee by Hella Haasse.”


June 6, 2016, 2:45 p.m.

Inspired by a lecture of the Friends of the Mapleton Nursery, I wandered into ttree with lichenhe park today to look Lichen. What are Lichen? This is the little I know but it all seems fascinating: ” A lichen is a composite organism thlichen-on-a-stickat arises from algae or cyanobacteria (or both) living among filaments of a fungus in a symbiotic relationship. The combined life form has properties that are very different from the properties of its component organisms. Lichens come in many colors, sizes, and forms. The properties are sometimes plant-like, but lichens are not plants.” There are plenty around on the trees but lichen are not harmful since they get their nutrients from moisture.

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