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The Ash Tree – a poem

Oh ash tree

You have been dealt a blow
Slowly dying
Your bark all blown

Your branches dead
And hanging
Only the crown
Pushes out
Small amounts of green shoots.

Where once you stood
So proud
So numerous
Sheltering the sheep
From the hot sun

The birds in your boughs
Now you are going the way
Of the elm

That few can even remember
That once stood in the hedgerows
Tall and dark
The hawk moth nestled
In the bark.

What will replace you?
What shall we plant?

The mighty ash
Is falling at last.

Chris Jagger

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