Those mighty trees that spread their arms were once as tall as you. And none have felt the sweeping strokes of what a saw could do.   Yet underneath those street-lined wings, resplendent in strong wood arise a row of rural homes where once their brothers stood.   And...

they've adopted hateas the answer,excluding patiencethey've assignedvile languageas their positionthe drums of warornament speecheswith scornful accentsand so they'll march;they'll refute the enemythey'll interceptand reimbursewith unyielding blamethe lines are drawn;we've been here before.think the 60'sthink Kent stateand the violationof innocent...