Eulogy for Two Trees

They stood beside the youth-trodden ways

In the refuge of the dove,

Two trees that there were few to praise,

And very few to love.

Sentinels for a field condemned,

Tall pin oaks standing straight,

Amid the rabbits, deer, and foxes hemmed

Twixt builders and the state.

They fell before the 'dozer's blade

With the sumac and the quail,

To cast no more their stately shade\

On the disappearing trail.

David Martin

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