20 YEARS OF TREE REMOVAL AND PRUNING IN THE GREELEY, CO AREA
After completing a BA in
psychology and Master’s degree from Canada in theology, Luke found a deep
passion in working with trees outdoors. Initially being trained by a Master
Pruner in Canada, Luke then worked for a short while doing line clearance work
for a utility company in Colorado. He soon found that his tree climbing skills
became in high demand for hard-to-access trees. He started his own tree care
company and has been operating it for 20 years
in the Greeley area.
Luke has been honored to be given the responsibility that his customers have entrusted him with their tree care needs. His long-time customers have become dear friends that he looks forward to seeing and having the privilege to continue climbing in their trees.
Luke has been honored to be given the responsibility that his customers have entrusted him with their tree care needs. His long-time customers have become dear friends that he looks forward to seeing and having the privilege to continue climbing in their trees.
Luke in the News
Treewhispers
By Charles van Sandwyk
Mystery
In the wooded hill
Branches smooth, the stars are still
And so begin the rites of old;
Leaf by leaf the tales unfold,
Carpeting the scripted floor
The woods are filled
With ancient lore.
I long for treescapes deep and wide
Quiet sentries, side by side
Bending bough and creaking limb,
Rustling when the light is dim.
Movement
On the wooded hill
Turn to look, then all is still.
Do you hear, beneath the bark,
Whispers…
As it’s growing dark?
Tendril fingers in the ground
Under tussock, over mound.
Roots hold dear the bosom earth
Roots to feed the mighty girth.
It’s not the might which awe inspires,
Nor the scars of distant fires
Nay~ trees take root, by God’s good Grace,
That they may hold
The world in place.
Mystery
In the wooded hill
Branches smooth, the stars are still
And so begin the rites of old;
Leaf by leaf the tales unfold,
Carpeting the scripted floor
The woods are filled
With ancient lore.
I long for treescapes deep and wide
Quiet sentries, side by side
Bending bough and creaking limb,
Rustling when the light is dim.
Movement
On the wooded hill
Turn to look, then all is still.
Do you hear, beneath the bark,
Whispers…
As it’s growing dark?
Tendril fingers in the ground
Under tussock, over mound.
Roots hold dear the bosom earth
Roots to feed the mighty girth.
It’s not the might which awe inspires,
Nor the scars of distant fires
Nay~ trees take root, by God’s good Grace,
That they may hold
The world in place.