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April 27, 2014
The branches creaking on the mighty oak
after a tailored life, that was bespoke.
With sap now seeping out of its solid trunk
as alarm bells say ‘time to debunk’.
And all the knowledge, that therein lay
chopped into logs; a hideous price to pay,
when the unexplained deluge took our yield,
killing off our livelihood field by field.
And when not even the steel, of the mighty oak
could escape disaster from this untimely soak.
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