Through your paper, may I add my conern with many others, about the fate of the beautiful ‘weeping elm’ tree, which stands in the forecourt of the old St Mary’s Hospital in Dean Road.
I believe it is over a hundred years old, and could go on for much longer. I am too old to go and sit in its branches to stop it being destroyed when Tesco’s new supermarket moves in. Maybe you could print this lovely poem, to express my feelings?
I think that I shall never see,
A poem as lovely as a tree,
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed,
Against the earth’s sweet flowering breast,
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray,
A tree that may in summer wear,
A nest of Robins in her hair,
Upon whose bosom snow has lain,
Who intimately lives with rain,
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Written by a poet who was killed in the First World War.