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Regressive-Progression ©

John J Turner Sen.
Glasgow, Scotland

The old man sat at the foot of the tree
There was a forlorn look on his face
It seemed to me he was wishing
That he was in some other place.

He rises and looks around him
Mumbles and then shakes his head
And as I slowly pass by him
These are the words that he said.

"Where there are trees there are people
In village and city and town
To accommodate all these people
The trees, well they had to come down."

"Here, I've returned to the place of my youth
Some old friends I was hoping to see
Only to find to my amazement
That where there were people, there are trees."

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