Yesterday I was reprimanded for cutting down a tree in my yard. The
representative from the Property Owners’ Association threatened to have me
arrested by the local Constable and also to sue me in court. Then he addressed my possession of guns. I lost it, folks!
My exact response to that functionary dare not be entered on TFL. I also
suspect my suggestion to him would be physically impossible (even for him) to
implement.
Pondering the government’s inclination to support such infringements on my
own property, upon which I must pay the various governments annual rent
(property tax), the following came to mind.
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Trees for Sarge, Trees for Use*
I’m Forest Grump, I say “Thank you” and “Please”.
I live in the Forest, among critters and trees.
And government men, and women come ‘round,
Saying which trees, to keep or chop down.
These government people are rousing my ire,
By telling me what I can burn in my fire.
But I notice not one of them is so bold,
As to visit me when the weather turns cold!
So I live in the Forest and they call me a grump.
I’ll cut trees as I wish, and if they see the stump,
Let them tell me then I can’t cut what I see.
Let them government folks restore each missing tree.
And I’ll use trees for housing, for warmth and to cook.
The forest tells more than they’ll learn from their book.
As long as I’m careful and use just what I need,
I don’t use trees as fast, as they grow from their seed.
Perhaps Sergeant Joyce Kilmer was speaking of me,
When he said “poems are made by fools like me”.
But there’s more to “Trees” than the governments see,
For it’s God and not governments who CAN make a tree.
Government people give orders and leave.
And there’s not a one, whom I trust or believe.
I’ll use my own judgement, create more than I use
And I won’t be a victim of government abuse.
Let them say what I CAN do, and say what I can’t.
I don’t pay much attention when governments rant.
But there surely is one thing they better believe,
If they come for my gun, they’ll be dead when they leave.
-- Forest Grump
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U. S. Army Sergeant Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918) was killed in action in
World War I in the second battle of the Marne. He is best known for the
sentimental poem “Trees” which, set to music, quite possibly had a wider
audience than any other modern American poem.
http://www.hourigan.com/~69thny/newpage5.htm
http://www.bemorecreative.com/one/1483.htm
http://www.arlingtoncemetery.com/kilmer.htm
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Either you believe in the Second Amendment or you don't.
Stick it to 'em! RKBA!
representative from the Property Owners’ Association threatened to have me
arrested by the local Constable and also to sue me in court. Then he addressed my possession of guns. I lost it, folks!
My exact response to that functionary dare not be entered on TFL. I also
suspect my suggestion to him would be physically impossible (even for him) to
implement.
Pondering the government’s inclination to support such infringements on my
own property, upon which I must pay the various governments annual rent
(property tax), the following came to mind.
-------
Trees for Sarge, Trees for Use*
I’m Forest Grump, I say “Thank you” and “Please”.
I live in the Forest, among critters and trees.
And government men, and women come ‘round,
Saying which trees, to keep or chop down.
These government people are rousing my ire,
By telling me what I can burn in my fire.
But I notice not one of them is so bold,
As to visit me when the weather turns cold!
So I live in the Forest and they call me a grump.
I’ll cut trees as I wish, and if they see the stump,
Let them tell me then I can’t cut what I see.
Let them government folks restore each missing tree.
And I’ll use trees for housing, for warmth and to cook.
The forest tells more than they’ll learn from their book.
As long as I’m careful and use just what I need,
I don’t use trees as fast, as they grow from their seed.
Perhaps Sergeant Joyce Kilmer was speaking of me,
When he said “poems are made by fools like me”.
But there’s more to “Trees” than the governments see,
For it’s God and not governments who CAN make a tree.
Government people give orders and leave.
And there’s not a one, whom I trust or believe.
I’ll use my own judgement, create more than I use
And I won’t be a victim of government abuse.
Let them say what I CAN do, and say what I can’t.
I don’t pay much attention when governments rant.
But there surely is one thing they better believe,
If they come for my gun, they’ll be dead when they leave.
-- Forest Grump
--------------
U. S. Army Sergeant Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918) was killed in action in
World War I in the second battle of the Marne. He is best known for the
sentimental poem “Trees” which, set to music, quite possibly had a wider
audience than any other modern American poem.
http://www.hourigan.com/~69thny/newpage5.htm
http://www.bemorecreative.com/one/1483.htm
http://www.arlingtoncemetery.com/kilmer.htm
------------------
Either you believe in the Second Amendment or you don't.
Stick it to 'em! RKBA!