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Jan 2013
You always had to me a look exotic
Though none could be more native
Nestled in our landscape here
Since ice melt these ten thousand year

No enemies, or so we thought
Warming, useful, strong yet supple
Ubiquitous, vigorous, unstoppable
What could harm you now?

Windy days you sway and clash
Skeletal click-clack in the canopy
But now it seems the common Ash
Must suffer life's fragility

Against this invading menace
You find you have no defence
The assassin fungus
chalara fraxinea
In the 1970's we lost our elms due to the elm bark beetle coming in on imported wood.
Now we face the prospect of losing our ash trees to this wind blown fungus which came
in on imported ash saplings. Other diseases threaten our native oaks as well as other trees.
Joni Mitchell's lyrics echo in my ears:    They took all the trees, put 'em in a tree museum.
Then they charged the people a dollar and a half just to see them.
martin
Written by
martin  England
(England)   
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