Written for this week's poetry challenge about trees.
I once was a tree near Hadrian's wall That for a hundred years stood proud and tall Then one day I was brutally cut down Leaving broken hearts scattered all around. My sycamore was a much treasured tree For passers by ‘twas a precious must see The felling was to all a dreadful shock To the world it is a terrible loss. As it's said, where there is life there is hope Fortunately there is now new regrowth One day my tree will stand there proud and tall To honour the tree that came to a fall.
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