By Way of the Elm

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

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