The London Plane In Autumn
City-dweller, indifferent to its site,
It thrives where other trees give up the fight
Against the traffic fumes and air pollution;
Its attractive flaking bark, the solution.
With golden leaves, five-pointed just like maple,
This is the urban tree of choice, the staple.
Like Christmas baubles swinging in the breeze
The seed-heads hang uniquely from these trees.
Camouflage bark – an alien from Mars !
Amid the shopping trolleys and parked cars,
In Waitrose car park standing all alone,
Oblivious to this “No-parking” zone.
It stands with mottled cream, grey and olive uniform –
A benign militia on guard through sun and storm.
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2019
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