The Maple Tree

It might look like 

A pile of debris 

But this 

Was once half

A maple tree

It stood tall

Almost a hundred feet

Then with 

One small breeze

Down came half

Of a two trunked tree

No one would have known

Accept for one thing

It attacked the power pole

And tried to cross the road

As its last and final act

If anywhere else

Decay would have come

But would be delayed

By time

I have changed its fate

I have given it 

New purpose

With the help of a maul

And a saw

Made of a chain

This will

Be reorganized 

Stacked and dried

Over the course 

Of a year

It will change

The cost of my electricity bill

By letting me subtract zeros

In the greater scheme 

Of things 

This may not matter

But to my family

This tree

Will be 

An economic stimulus

And our nation 

Will not need to raise your taxes