'Twas the Middle of Fall
by Susan Dier
It was the middle of fall, And all through the village
The cottagers had pack up, there were no more visitors
The shoe tree was silently standing still,
The souls of the people were just down the hill.
The legend of the shoe tree was safe and sound
The good luck of the shoes could be found
Often fathers, mothers and children alike
Would stop in awe, take pictures, and admire
Their own little piece of their good luck wishes.
When they placed their shoes in those fun branches!
But then one day, on orders of one man
No one consulted, just his one command
The shoe trees are ugly and safety a problem!
They spread to 4 trees, a hydro pole and a wire!
The shoe trees must go, chop them down at once!
With the roar of the chainsaw branch by branch
Over one tonne of shoes taken down and removed
I wonder where all those shoes were taken to?
By the time we realized what had happened
It was too late there was huge destruction.
“No littering” was all that was left of this wonderful whimsical production
And as I drive by each day and always notice
The bare empty hole with in the forest,
I swear I can hear the rustle of those souls
Searching around Kinmount to find their new home,
Since 1940 the shoe trees have been
A part of local and visitors dreams
If all those laces where strung together
Would it lead to the past,
present and future?
I look out my front window and I wonder with hope
Where the next shoe trees will grow because we know they wont go
To far from the home where they belong, in Kinmount
And just as they found a new home once before
Keep your eyes open, I am sure it won’t take long!
Dedicated to every person who left a piece of their soul and a wish at the Kinmount Shoe Tree.
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