The stump of a horse chesnut tree
Sits in the long grass beside a path
That has simply been made
By countless numbers of passing feet
Having long worn the grass away
Once it stood tall and proud
Outside of the wood, where it's brothers stood
And some still stand to this day
In May it's white candles danced
To the tune of spring breezes
While in autumn, it's shiny fruit
Gave local children much pleasure
But one day men came with saws
To cut the tree down as far as they could
The wood of the tree was taken away
To a far off industrial town
Now it sits in a few rich houses
Made into good looking furniture
But that lovely furniture can never be
As beautiful as once was that tree.
Marilyn Shepperson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-horse-chesnut-tree/
