Ode to a Brewster Spruce
(with apologies to Joyce Kilmer)
I think that I may never see,
A pavement lovely as a tree.
A tree whose sprucy peak is blest
With Christmas stars upon its crest.
A tree that looks "Cape Cod" all day,
And lifts its leafy arms to say;
"You'll pay a price to cut this tree,
This Herring Run belongs to me."
Parking lots are made by fools like thee,
Only Cape Cod could make this tree.
If you want to read the latest newspaper accord of the Brewster Selectmen's waffling on this issue, see this current article in The Cape Codder.