Lament for the lost Duncan maple tree

Maple tree, O maple tree, Here is my appeal to thee:

Maple tree, O maple tree,

Here is my appeal to thee:

 

Take my sorrow into thy leaves

(For hired workers might shred thy sheaves).

 

Please know that we have tried to shake

The elected ones: to see and make

 

A good resolve to keep you alive

So birds and we could see you thrive

 

In green-bound glory: receive protective

Cooling from the solar radiation.

 

Know that you will still enliven

Our daily lives: you have given

 

Beauty and grace these last two centuries

That always will be in our memories.

 

Aug. 22, around 7 a.m.: the old maple tree was murdered.

 

Manuel Erickson

Duncan