Goodbye my old stalwart friend
Nearly extinct by a tiny life force
The mighty one unable to defend
Strong and ripped like a race horse
On every American Main Street
Tree houses and tire swings
Every kid has climbed skyward
Fanciful adventure rings
Many childhood days spent in the air
Invisible in a canopy of leafy green
Surrounded by just imagination
Soaring in a youthful fantasy unseen
That tree is gone, like many others
By a disease spread by our footprints
Forgotten like fading pages of newsprint
A memory seen but you have to squint
Ticket 2 Ride 
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