Dec
9
2009
I Miss Those Magnificent Oaks
Author: siggyI miss those magnificent oak trees that I passed by every time I went to the local post office. They were only a block away.
I talked once to the man, “Drummy?” who informed me he planted them decades ago. He lived until 101 and was called the oldest boy scout in the county.
There were only three left. I had moved away and once was visiting my old haunts. The last three were gone. There were holes where the trunks used to be. They were 100 foot plus high stately oaks.
They were not diseased but were cut down because if they ever fell down, they might do major damage to the three nearby houses.
The trees did nothing wrong and I was glad I did not live in that town any longer because every time I would pass that street I would think of those trees. I (???) still mourning their death.
