This short, rhyming poem was written a year ago when a newly-arrived neighbour decided to remove a long-established tree that bordered our garden.
This happened without forewarning and was deeply upsetting, not only for selfish reasons (the tree was a haven for our avian visitors) but because Guernsey has comparatively few trees and can ill afford to lose any more.
THE TREE
The tree the chainsaws felled today
was host to birds, a home to those
that shunned the nesting box or bush.
They will adapt, no doubt, they may
seek a new billet, I suppose,
but we will miss them, blackbird, thrush.
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