The Autumn Tree is history
The Autumn Tree’s no more
Reduced to so much firewood
By the cruelty of a saw
Each year I saw it alter
The boundary of seasons’ changes
One side still green, the other brown
Leaves chilled where it was shaded
The Autumn Tree is history
The Autumn Tree does not abide
There’s nothing but a stump now
Next to Pennine Road, near Hyde
Maybe it was an ill tree?
Perhaps roots were causing scars?
I just hope they didn’t chop it down
Just to park a few more cars
The Autumn Tree is history
The Autumn Tree’s chopped down
This surprising sudden vanishing
Caused its fans to pause and frown
I noticed something happening
A couple of days before
When all of its poor branches
Had been hacked back to the core
The Autumn Tree is history
The Autumn Tree’s not there
Lost hair, then limbs, then body
With nobody seeming to care
Perhaps it’s all my own fault?
For pointing out this tree
To a great big wide unfeeling world
Causing this small tragedy
The Autumn Tree is history
The Autumn Tree’s no more
Reduced to so much firewood
Hacked away by a human saw
Martin
A W Holmes, Nov 25 2016
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