Our old neighbour Mr. McCann passed away of old age,
His wife then gifted us a maple tree for us to gauge,
The years that passed since the time of his passing death,
It's been thirty-two years it's grown many feet in height and breadth,
We've recently started spring bloodletting the milestone marker,
A sap harvest of plenty I would so regard her,
Twenty pure gallons of converted sunlight,
Brings us four pints of the sweetest ambrosia done right,
And we most certainly take our time to honour Truman the maple,
We think of him fondly when enjoying that sweet staple,
It stays on the table as an extra reminder,
We had the best of people beside us no one could've been kinder,
In the autumn air the smell of falling colourful leaves,
Makes for olfactory delight a much needed reprieve,
From passing automobile exhaust fumes that are choking,
Our tree also breathes deeply that CO2 smoking,
Saving us partially from nasty effects,
It's summer canopy shades our skin from sun it deflects,
In winter we simply appreciate its beauty as it wears a white coat,
That's all I have to say about it that's the end of this poetic note.
~ Farls Tokley
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