We miss the cemetery trees

To the Editor:

Once upon a time, not so very long ago, there was a charming old cemetery along North River Road, nestled in a corner of a large field.

Pretty as a park, it had beautiful trees that shaded visitors with its canopy of evergreen boughs on hot summer days. A lazy stream flowed nearby. A restful place, unique with age.

Then a handful of townsfolk who call themselves the Cemetery Committee decided they didn’t want to rake up the debris that fell from the trees each fall or moss around
their roots.

So, they cut down all the beautiful trees. And those who loved the little cemetery mourned their ill-fated loss, for what was a lovely cemetery is now nothing more than a plot full of headstones.

The End.