A tree

A little seed of a maple tree fell between our fence and a neighbor's shed. For first couple of years I even didn't know about it until it grew above the cement base. It kept growing and getting stronger and larger. “The tree will disturb our fence and grow into the shed.” The neighbor couldn't not move his shed, and beside, the tree was on our property, so it was I who should do something about it. First years I trimmed the branches and cut the tree to the height of the fence. “I think it has it and it will die.” It didn't. It continued to grow above the neighbor's shed. Now I began to thing something about it, because the tree meant trouble. So I took off the fence and cut the tree down to the cement base as far as I could. What was left was only a little stump. I put the fence back. Guess what? Next year green tree was growing up again. It became a personal war between I and the tree. I kept cutting leaves and branches to deprive it of its vital sources – and the tree kept growing, little bit crooked but growing. I took off the fence again, cut it down, left as small stump as I could and used all house chemicals to be sure the tree will die this time. I placed the fence back. Next year it was the same story. I lost the battle with the tree. I moved out. 5/9/2015 POW! assignment