Save The Trees

A tree drops its seed 

Which creates new life. 

Roots, a trunk and limbs of its own 

Then outstretched leaves 

Which fall in the fall, 

Decay and feed 

The roots and all 

Until one day 

It drops its seed 

And nature starts again. 

Man plants a seed 

On a lawn of grass 

To grow a tree 

For shade, for swing; 

To hide a view. 

It grows and grows 

And drops its leaves 

And man complains 

As he rakes them, bags them; 

Pays to have them hauled away 

In plastic on the curb. 

He waters, rakes, prunes and feeds 

(With chemicals of course) 

Then wonders in the later years 

Why the 'damned tree' 

Begins to die 

After all he's done. 

© 2016 Kate McGahan

My Poem About Squirrels

I think that I shall never see 

This squirrel come down from this tree. 

A squirrel whose tail goes east and west;

She teases me! She is a pest! 

She sits and looks at me all day, 

And waves her furry tail to say 

She'll never let me win this game. 

I must forfeit; she is to blame! 

The tree protects with limbed terrain. 

Her sheltered home, it's her domain. 

Only God can make a tree, 

Or a squirrel... or fools like me. 

~ by Jack McAfghan. 
Based on the poem "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer (1914)