Cell Towers
July 21, 2004 - 1:00am
Poetry
Poem by Marge Kimpton
I think that I shall never see
A cell tower lovely as a tree:
A tower whose base in ledge is grounded
By tranquil fields and homes surrounded,
A tower whose arms reach to the sky,
A shock to birds and passers-by,
A tower that may repel a pair
Of Great Horned Owls in her hair,
A tower more visible to all
In winter, early spring, and fall.
Towers are built by fools for greed,
But only God can make a tree.
(NOTE: Ms. Kimpton expresses her apologies to Joyce Kilmer.)
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