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[[start page- blank page]] [[end page- blank page]] [[start page]] The scenic vallue of the A. trail is greatly reduced in fifty years. Many trees dead or dying, uprooted Freak storms and turbulence, hurricanes. The answer lies in this thing called progress Too many Jet aircraft and rocket launchings Too many trucks replacing the trains too many places like three mile island I lived near there but I moved away But when I moved to orchard country The deadly sprays killed my [[insertion]] honey [[/insertion]] bees My woodland flowers wilted and died As a boy I fished in meadow streams And barefoot walked the fields of home But now I am walking a mountain [[insertion]] trail [[insertion]] Byrds Nest #3 a structure of stone Stands here neglected with little use [[end page]]