Poem: Help save the trees

It’s February,
you know what that means,

It’s that unfortunate time of year,
when people across the land,
feel a compulsion,
to lop the tops,
off their crepe myrtle trees.

Look around.

You should be seeing it.

after tree
with their tops cut off.



There is no reason for this.

It is wrong.


A full grown crepe myrtle tree
with flowers blooming
and its characteristic bark peeling
is a beautiful thing.

A crepe myrtle tree
with its top lopped off
is an objective of sadness and despair.

If you lop your trees,
ask yourself why.

Does it help the trees?

Does it look nice?

Do you do this to other trees you have?

Did you see your neighbors do it and so you did it too?

There is no good reason for this.


Whatever reason you might have,
it is misguided.

If you think the tree is too big,
and so you lop it to make it smaller,
why not transplant it once and for all,
and plant a smaller tree?

If you think lopping a tree,
means it makes more flowers,
ask yourself,
wouldn’t a full grown tree,
have more flowers,
than a lopped one?

If you have a crepe myrtle tree,
and you lop it,
it’s not too late to change.

You can change.

You can resolve to never lop again.

If you know someone,
who lops their trees,
ask them why they do it.
Start a conversation,
and help show them the right way.

if you believe,
lopping crepe myrtle trees,
is wrong,
tell your friends,
on social media,
and in person,
to change how they treat,
their crepe myrtle trees.

Show them pictures
of what full grown trees
can look like.

Get them to think
about their pruning practices.

It’s a small thing,
you can do,
to make the world,
a little better.

Poem: the crepe myrtle song

And so it is,
that time of year,
when all the crepes,
shudder with fear.

The poor myrtles,
can’t run or hide,
they can’t build walls,
or stop the tide.

With saws and blades,
the pain does come,
they cry and wail,
as blades do hum.

They seek respite,
and hope for peace,
they seek the day,
when blades do cease.

For you out there,
who hear this song,
listen so well,
and right this wrong.

Do not go out,
and lop the trees,
open your ears,
and hear their pleas.

Prune all the trees,
in the right way,
keep lopping thoughts,
far off at bay.

Please help the trees,
tell all you know,
to lop is wrong,
and filled with woe.

Please help the trees,
to grow so strong,
and not be lopped,
which is so wrong.

Please help the trees,
to bloom so bright,
please help the trees,
and do what’s right.

Poem with an explanation: spare the flower bearers

Hear the trumpets!

The scroll is unfurled!

The herald reads:

By royal edict,
all yea who hear,
are hereby implored,
to spare the flower bearers.

All yea who hear,
no longer shall they suffer,
no longer shall they feel pain,
no longer shall they be lessened,
from what they are.

All yea who hear,
do not do as others,
do not do without reason,
do not do without care,
and keep with injustice.

All yea who hear,
on this day resolve,
on this day determine,
on this day decide,
to change the present ways.

By royal edict,
all yea who hear,
spare the flower bearers.


This poem is about something somewhat less serious, disguised as something serious.  This poem is about the same thing as the poem from the March 9, 2016 blog post.  Given the time of year, it seemed appropriate.

The poem is set in a medieval town.  The herald and his entourage come.  Trumpets sound, people gather, a scroll is unfurled, and the herald reads.

The herald reads a royal statement.  The herald tells the people that they are supposed to spare the flower bearers.  He says things the flower bearers shall no longer endure, he says things that the people are not to do, and he says things that the people are to do.  He ends by repeating his call to spare the flower bearers.

This poem is meant to sound important.  It is meant to sound like the metaphorical language is describing some sort of plighted group in the world.  In reality, and hopefully this will not be a disappointment, the plighted group, is crepe myrtle trees.

Those who have read the post from March 9, 2016, know M. Sakran’s opinion regarding the pruning of these trees.  This poem is a second attempt at change.  It’s meant to be light, but at the same time, hopefully, have some effect.

In the poem, the flower bearers are the crepe myrtle trees, which are trees with many flowers.  The thing they are to be spared from, is yearly severe pruning.

The fifth stanza, talks about the bad things that happen to the trees from pruning and says these things are to stop.

The sixth stanza, tells people not to prune like others do, not to prune without a reason, and not to prune without care.

The seventh stanza, tells people to change their ways and not prune the trees as they used to do.

Again, this poem is somewhat less serious, but is still meant to make a point.  The idea is get people to change how they prune crepe myrtle trees.

There is a form to the poem.  The poem starts with three individual lines.  The first two are exclamations.

The fourth stanza has elements repeated in the last stanza.

Stanzas five, six and seven, all follow a similar form.  All start with “All yea who hear”, all are five lines long, and all have middle lines that follow a pattern within each stanza.  In stanza five, all the middle lines have “no longer shall they”, in stanza six, the repeat is “do not do”, and in stanza seven, “on this day” is repeated.


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Post Series: The Poems with Explanations Series: Plight


In fear,
they wish they could run,
but they have no legs.

In dread,
they watch the sun,
knowing it will come.

The pain.
From each wound tears.

This happens,
and what is the reason?

This happens,
but why?

None others …
none others.

When was the day,
when was the start,
how can this end?

A message must be sent,
in a hope,
in a plea,
that the plight will end.


This poem is about crepe myrtle trees.  For some reason, there are those, who prune crepe myrtle trees very severely each year.  The trees are pruned by cutting all branches less that some thickness.  The trees look like poles stacked together.

Now, to be clear, a few points:

First, M. Sakran believes that people can prune their crepe myrtle trees however they please.

Second, M. Sakran is not a horticulturist or anything similar and so has no professional knowledge about this.

Third, M. Sakran understands that crepe myrtle trees, and their supposed plight, is a silly thing to focus on in a poem.

Despite these points though, M. Sakran believes that these trees are being prune improperly.  It just looks wrong.  No other tree, to M. Sakran’s knowledge, is pruned this way.  Crepe myrtle trees that are left to grow, or are pruned like other trees, can grow into big beautiful trees.  Crepe myrtle trees that are pruned as mentioned above, are short, and stubby, and always look damaged (in M. Sakran’s opinion).

Given this, M. Sakran felt the desire to write a poem with an explanation concerning this.   M. Sakran hopes two things are accomplished with this poem with an explanation. First, M. Sakran hopes the general goals of a poem with an explanation are achieved. M. Sakran hopes that readers learn something about poetry.  Second, M. Sakran hopes that some readers out there who have a crepe myrtle tree and prune it yearly by cutting most of it off, will stop and question the practice.  M. Sakran hopes that they will study, pursue professional advice, and give the practice some thought.  M. Sakran’s hope is that in the end, they will reconsider and stop the practice and let the trees grow.  If not, however, that at least they will understand more, why they do what they do.

Here is the explanation of the poem.

The poem is called Plight, because it is about the plight of the crepe myrtle trees.

The first stanza of the poem personifies the trees.  It talks about them having fear at the pruning to come.

The second stanza continues this and talks about the trees feeling the time until the pruning.

The third stanza talks about the pruning and uses the metaphor of tears to talk about sap running from pruning cuts.

The fourth stanza starts to question the practice.  The fifth stanza continues this.  Both stanzas have a sense of speechlessness.

In the sixth stanza a point is made in an exaggerated way that other trees are not pruned like this.  The poem uses the definite, none, but in reality there are probably some other trees pruned like this.

The seventh stanza questions how the pruning practice started and how can it be changed.

Third stanza is about the poem, the explanation, and the hope mentioned above.


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