Surveyor Tree

Surveyor Christmas Tree

I watch the snowflake fall,
atop my company truck’s hood,
and wonder if you,
are watching snowflakes too.

I run a traverse through the woods,
to where you established the POB.
There’s a meadow and pond,
but all that waiting there is

Just a surveyor Christmas tree,
looking sorta sad and lonely just like me.
No one seems to care,
They just went away and left it witnessing there,
All alone on Christmas Eve.

I hear the robot chimes,
(beep beep beep)
The data collector confirming,
The shot has been taken and successfully stored.
I sadly close my eyes,
and say a little prayer,
you’ll be waiting there for me.
I look but all I see is

Just a surveyor Christmas tree,
looking sorta sad and lonely just like me.
No one seems to care,
They just went away and left it witnessing there,
All alone on Christmas Eve.

This is the season of gloves,
But I’m as cold as I can be,
Why did you have to leave me.

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Norman Oklahoma
10 months ago

Whose woods these are I think I know.   His house is in the village though;   He will not see me stopping here   To watch his woods fill up with snow.    My little horse must think it queer   To stop without a farmhouse near   Between the woods and frozen lake   The darkest evening of the year.    He gives his harness bells a shake   To ask if there is some mistake.   The only other sound’s the sweep   Of easy wind and downy flake.    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   But I have promises to keep,   And miles to go before I sleep,   And miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost

Norman Oklahoma
10 months ago

Posted by: @Norman Oklahoma My little horse must think it [potty mouth] 

jeesh

Sergeant Schultz
10 months ago

@Norman Oklahoma
Jeesh, indeed

Mark Mayer
10 months ago


Thanks to Wendell for fixing that. 

Paul in PA
10 months ago

Just saying Clark, “The little lights don’t twinkle”.Merry Christmas Vacation.Paul in PABTW, Robert Frost was referencing a very common surveying fact in Colonial America. Some deeds can still be found, for a Village Lot, with rights attached to put your livestock in the town common pasture, with a farm and/or pasture lot out of town and a wood lot even farther away. Very often the pasture lot had attached access via a cattleway to a stream and the woods lot was accessed via a limited use woods road which was not a public traveled way. Also see Frost’s “Mending Wall”… Read more »

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