The Tree Trimmer

The tree trimmer came
and flew up the trees.
I watched like a kid at the circus
marveling at the flying trapeze.

He then repelled down
those now trimmed trees.
I watched in amazement;
he made it look like a breeze.

When he was done
I told him I was awe-struck;
he shrugged kind of embarrassed
and just said, “Oh, shucks.”

It’s nice when someone
of such outstanding skills
modestly demurs
without any false frills.

He said he was
just doing his job.
I said he was an artist
and gave him a sincere nod.

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