A Taxus Baccata
The faithful common English yew,
a hardwood,deadly but true,
ornamental,a shelter too.
When it takes root it's here to stay
through storm and tempest
it will not sway.
Evergreen,spreads its wings
far and wide,
many a secret to hide.
In churchyards,oft is found,
long out-lasting those nearby,
buried in the hallowed ground.
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