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.