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Show cCetterA to tlie Editor Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree, j An interested citizen Cottonwood Tree Cutting Criticized The tree is gone now, and all we who loved it can do, is morn its loss. I see no reason why the State Road Commission should have been so insistant about its going. They are going to by-pass our whole community with the new Super Highway and by so doing will take all heavy traffic out of our city. So for a few short years I'm sure it wouldn't have presented present-ed any more of a problem than in the past. Just seems to me that some were trying to show their authority and they did. They scared our councilmen into doing what they wanted them to do. Not what most of the people in Springville wanted. want-ed. I have always thought that the duty of the city council was or is to operate in the interest in-terest of a majority of the towns people. Now there is only a memory mem-ory left and as I think about that much loved tree, there is but one Poem that seems fit- ting. Please read it for it fits our tree. The tree, the men we put in office, so thoughtlessly destroyed. des-troyed. Trees by Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest. Against the earths sweet flowing flow-ing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain, |