The ROOT of the problem

[Raya @ REAL CONSERVATIVES]

..."JUST A TREE"

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THE FAMILY TREE

 

 

In front of our house

a childhood ago

stood a sturdy almond tree...

We planted that tree,... my sister and me

and watered it every day...

And in a few years it comforted fears

of sparrows that flew by the way...

For when the wind blew, the sparrows they knew

it stood strong, steadfast, and true...

It provided the homes for hundreds of gnomes

(as we children in secrecy knew)...

And pirates would cast their sails from its mast

as the summer breeze softly blew...

And in the dark night, moon silver and bright,

in its cruise across the night sky,

we’de gaze out in wonder from covers tucked under,

t’wards the flickering tree, with the moon rolling by;

And birds in their nest, and quiet squirrels at rest

and all of the townspeople knew

of how it was formed,

from one little seed,

that now braced against storms...

And was all they would need

for shelter and comfort so true

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So, on through the years, through laughter and tears

it stood, like a guard, at the front of the yard...

Well, when we moved on, o’er rainbows and stones,

away from the poor side of town,

sometimes in our thoughts and memories sought

that tree, when we felt alone and down

 

I returned there one day, in the month before May,

at the cracking of dawn in the early morn’s yawn

to see my old friend, and to stand..once again

‘neath the shadows it made on the green grass glade.

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Then suddenly there rolled from the night's silent cold

derricks and cranes...and a man in a hard hat,

ordering this, and ordering that,

jumped out of his truck...

And it was then that I knew

that the sparrows had run out of luck

Then and there I knew that this man and his crew

would certainly lay

waste to my friend on that day...

For the project they planned was heavily manned...

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Ah, that proud, majestic tree

seemed to be waving "Goodby" to me...

As it swayed in the breeze with the neighboring trees

where it stood through the years

‘midst our laughter and tears

And all morning they toiled,

all sweaty and soiled

as they tugged with their chains...

But the tree fastly held

against their derricks and cranes

‘til long t’wards the night

when the squirrels fled in fright

from the dynamite blast

that snapped that pirates’ mast!

 

Then, as people turned to leave

on that last, violent heave,

way past the scheduled hour,

We were pelted by a shower

not of rain, but of seeds

that sprinkled the ground

for what must have been a mile around!

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 Then I, and the sparrows, and squirrels

...we all knew that in a few years,

despite bitter tears,

would return our friend of old,

...Providing her shade,

HUNDREDFOLD

 ...across that green glade

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[Tater Salad]

 

The major collapse of America's monetary system is coming:

 

http://www.stansberryresearch.com/pro/1011PSIENDVD/OPSIM103/PR