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Last remaining area apple tree fed unceremoniously to rented, whiny wood chipper

  • G Papa Tango
  • Jul 26
  • 3 min read
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In the heart of the suburban sprawl of Mississauga, nestled within the confines of Applewood Acres, stood a solitary sentinel, the last vestige of nature in a sea of concrete and asphalt. For years, this tree, an apple tree, stood tall, a symbol of resilience amidst the encroaching urbanization. But now, its fate has been sealed, as it succumbed to the relentless march of progress, meeting a solemn end at the jaws of a rented wood chipper.


In a community where manicured lawns and cookie-cutter houses dominate the landscape, the presence of this lone tree served as a reminder of the natural beauty that once thrived in this area. Its branches bore witness to the changing seasons, its blossoms a beacon of hope in the springtime, and its fruit a source of delight for generations past.


Yet, despite its significance, the apple tree could not withstand the pressures of development. As the demand for housing grew, green spaces dwindled, and the once-thriving ecosystem of Applewood Acres gave way to rows of identical houses and neatly trimmed lawns. And so, the decision was made to remove the tree, to make way for yet another subdivision in the ever-expanding urban landscape.


As the wood chipper whined to life, the residents of Applewood Acres gathered to bid farewell to their arboreal companion. Some mourned the loss of a familiar landmark, while others lamented the disappearance of a piece of their childhood. Yet, amidst the sadness, there was also a sense of resignation, a recognition that progress, for better or for worse, marches on.


But as the chips flew and the branches were reduced to mulch, there was also a glimmer of hope. For in the hearts of those who witnessed its demise, the spirit of the apple tree lives on. Its legacy serves as a reminder of the importance of preserving our natural heritage, even in the face of overwhelming odds.


As the last remnants of the tree were hauled away, let us remember the lessons it imparted. Let us cherish the green spaces that remain, and work tirelessly to protect them from the relentless march of development. And let us honor the memory of the apple tree, the final guardian of nature in the suburban landscape of Applewood Acres.


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G Papa Tango, could you somehow add a child to this story, and tell it in Dr. Seuss language?

 

 

The Tale of Applewood Acres: A Dr. Seussian Farewell to the Last Tree


In Applewood Acres, where houses abound,

And concrete spreads wide, all over the ground,

Stood a tree, oh so grand, tall and fair,

The last of its kind, in the suburban air.

 

It was an apple tree, with branches so wide,

Its leaves shimmered green, like a gentle tide.

In the midst of the houses, it stood alone,

A reminder of nature, in a land of stone.

 

Now, in this tale, there's a child, you see,

With eyes wide open, full of curiosity.

He played 'neath the branches, climbed up so high,

In the shade of the tree, he'd often lie.

 

But one fateful day, a wood chipper came,

With a loud whiny roar, it wasn't the same.

The child looked on, with tears in his eyes,

As the tree of his dreams met its sad demise.

 

"Oh tree, oh tree, why must you go?"

The child cried out, his heart full of woe.

But the tree stood silent, its fate now clear,

As the chipper drew near, with a sound so drear.


With a heavy heart, the child said goodbye,

To his leafy friend, reaching up to the sky.

But as the tree fell, and the chipper whined on,

The child whispered softly, "Your spirit lives on."

 

For in every apple that fell to the ground,

And in every leaf that fluttered around,

The tree's legacy lived, in the hearts of them all,

A reminder to cherish, both big and small.


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So here's to the tree, of Applewood Acres,

Whose memory we'll cherish, like precious treasures.

Though gone from our sight, it'll never depart,

For it lives on forever, in each beating heart.

 





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