We used to have a giant hackberry tree just behind our garage . . . 121 feet tall, they said, having measured it after they cut it down. The insurance company complained about it, saying it was a big risk in storms and there was I think something about them refusing to cover our garage for storm damage because of it. So one day my mom came up to school and brought us home over lunch---to watch them take it down. They were already partially done, and I sat in the window and cried. Not only that, but it was way in the back of our yard, and to get at it they cut down another tree I liked, with a crotch that was perfect for sitting and reading in! It was already cut off at ground level and there was a truck parked over it!
I wrote a poem about it, but I don't think I have that anymore.
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We used to have a giant hackberry tree just behind our garage . . . 121 feet tall, they said, having measured it after they cut it down. The insurance company complained about it, saying it was a big risk in storms and there was I think something about them refusing to cover our garage for storm damage because of it. So one day my mom came up to school and brought us home over lunch---to watch them take it down. They were already partially done, and I sat in the window and cried. Not only that, but it was way in the back of our yard, and to get at it they cut down another tree I liked, with a crotch that was perfect for sitting and reading in! It was already cut off at ground level and there was a truck parked over it!
I wrote a poem about it, but I don't think I have that anymore.