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Joan used to tell me about the day you were planted Fifty eight long years ago Now she is gone and you have fallen Defeated by years of strong winds Twelve years I’ve watched From my bedroom window Seen your beauty change With each passing season Watched so many birds rest In your thick heavy branches Flitting forth and back To collect seed from the feeders Great *** blue *** long-tailed *** (like lollipops) And the not so often beautiful coal *** Greater spotted woodpecker, Male and female Crow and dove, robin and chaffinch Dunnock, nuthatch and the rarely seen Yellowhammer I’m sitting here looking at the empty space That you used to occupy It seems so bare, even barren Not to see your branches spreading outwards In welcome to the wildlife that came Now you lay horizontal across the ditch Trunk torn from its rightful place by a storm Leaving a big empty space That opens the view across the common to the woods As lovely as the view is and I’m grateful for it It will not compensate for the view of you each morning As I look at the open space you left in the hedgerow I realise you have left a similar space in my heart Farewell my regal hawthorn tree You will not be forgotten All the memories will stay in so many hearts And the birds are still resting for now In you sadly fallen body Copyright 15/01/20 Janice Chinn
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 4:39 AM UTC
Goodbye to the Hawthorn Tree
Joan used to tell me about the day you were planted Fifty eight long years ago Now she is gone and you have fallen Defeated by years of strong winds Twelve years I’ve watched From my bedroom window Seen your beauty change With each passing season Watched so many birds rest In your thick heavy branches Flitting forth and back To collect seed from the feeders Great *** blue *** long-tailed *** (like lollipops) And the not so often beautiful coal *** Greater spotted woodpecker, Male and female Crow and dove, robin and chaffinch Dunnock, nuthatch and the rarely seen Yellowhammer I’m sitting here looking at the empty space That you used to occupy It seems so bare, even barren Not to see your branches spreading outwards In welcome to the wildlife that came Now you lay horizontal across the ditch Trunk torn from its rightful place by a storm Leaving a big empty space That opens the view across the common to the woods As lovely as the view is and I’m grateful for it It will not compensate for the view of you each morning As I look at the open space you left in the hedgerow I realise you have left a similar space in my heart Farewell my regal hawthorn tree You will not be forgotten All the memories will stay in so many hearts And the birds are still resting for now In you sadly fallen body Copyright 15/01/20 Janice Chinn
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 4:39 AM UTC
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