Hey you – yeah, you.
Put down that brush loaded up…
with golden ochre acrylic paint.
Relax – fill your coffee cup.
I have a tree story to tell.
One that will make you fear…
Those lovely Bradford Pear blossoms,
That I’m about to smear.
Yes, they may be pretty.
A sterile ornamental tree.
Unfortunately, with just themselves…
and now most people will agree.
To never plant these trees.
If it’s not enough – you will never see a single pear.
The havoc that they’ll spread…
Will be more than we can bear.
Here is the link where I got the idea for this
Poem for The Sunday Muse and for Poetry Pantry.
https://wellnessmama.com/126975/cut-down-bradford-pear-tree/
https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/
Happy Sunday. 😊Photo: Source
My Sentence 
This really gripped me and left me wanting something. A real pear?
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Hahah. I agree. These are pretty much worthless trees. And yet have a tendency to split as they grow.
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