Cedar Tree or Jealousy?
A mighty Cedar, straight and thick, grew tall in Elmley Castle
Home to squirrel, bird and bug, it made the village marvel
As time passed by, it grew and grew, its branches far did reach
And blocked the sun and shaded out, the Oak and Ash and Beech
As owners of this mighty tree, we knew not what to do
For precious though the Cedar was, the native trees were too!
Advice was sought from specialists, in trees and conservation
They came and looked, and shook their heads, in visible frustration
On balance, they at last declared, the only thing to do…
To save the Beech and Oak and Ash, the Cedar they must hew
The Beech might shelter violet beetles, rarest in the land
The Cedar was a foreign tree, and growing out of hand!
As owners, we are feeling sad, because we loved that tree
It gave us shade on summers days, for having cake and tea.
What makes it even worse of course, is outrage in the village
From some who claim to fell a tree, akin to rape & pillage!
They do not stop to question why, the tree is coming down
They just assume we’re evil folk and damn us with a frown
Expert opinions don’t convince, nor rulings by the council
For anyone who fells a tree, they simply call a scoundrel!
These Christian folk know nought of trees, yet think it right to claim,
"Arborists – wrong!", "Council – corrupt!" "Those Hickmans are to blame!"
They don’t want facts, won’t hear the truth, so now we clearly see
Their anger’s not for Cedar trees, its pent up jealousy!
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