child hood dreams broken and cut.

Well the vacant lot sold be hind my house just recently
i think im happy. a house there would be nice i mean its an ideal place to put one.
in the midst of all those trees.
all those trees! we planted all of those trees. they were so small and now they are so tall and strong.
and every time i look at them i can tell you all the memories that go with each one.
i can tell you of secret forts and of birds nests with sleeping chicks in the summer time.
we can lay beneath their shady leafs and eat otter pops and listen to sweet music sung by birds
lets see how high we can get. we can get so high we can taste the sky and feel free
"we are so high i can see my house from here i remember exclaiming!"
which really was quite stupid of a joke seeing as how they were the trees in just the next lot over.
with no house in between.
but i am happy to see a house go up.
i am older and have no time for the grand trees that stand so high in the back lot.
i am happy for who ever gets to live in that lot and feel as i once did.
and turns out they have kids!
young children with racing imaginations as i once did.
these trees will serve them well. and with birth many new ideas and vast journeys of the young vast imagination.
i can rest easy knowing that the trees will be in good hands.


one morning i woke up late. it was around 11 o'clock am. but it was a weekend so never mind that being late. i went up stairs to get some cereal and i looked out my back window to find the most dreadful site.
they were being chopped down.
the trees of my childhood were being chopped down and there was nothing i could do but curse the day.
but what of the children i exclaimed they loved the trees and the mother she even said she loved the trees. and with out the trees its just like any other piece of property.
my mom had called the mother of the children that were to be living in this home in this back lot and asked her why they were chopping down the great trees.
the mother sadly told us of how her husband and landscaper had convinced her to chop them down.
and how the landscaper had said that they were trash trees and only had a few years left in them.
to hell with that as if. we bought those trees and planted them our self's they were strong trees and were going to go the distance but then you had to come along and chop them down.
my mother and i cried that day.
you had to go out there and chop down my child hoop memories as if my memories were trash and only had a few years left in them.
but no. they were all gone. chopped and ground into wood chips. there was a load of wood chips that they didn't need so they left it to us.
we will spread it through our yard.
our cold dead yard where the ground is lined with dead child hood memories and renascences of grand trees that tasted the sky.