A few days ago some unknown poet, stuck a piece of paper to an old cottonwood tree in Saint Peter. The words are a testement to the tremendous loss the town has faced since the tornado. "This is torture! Everywhere I go, all my favorite trees gone! Even so, everyday it's something new, another busted up old house bulldozed, another mangled old tree dropped. And even though I know it's coming, to see it is like being kicked in the chest, it just takes the wind out of me...... But here you stand! What a monument to survival. Where in the storm's path is another living thing so massive yet standing? The old cottonwood came down yesterday. A crowd of people stood and watched...waiting for the fall. Minnesota Public Radio's Lyne