England’s Forests
The forestry of England is getting rather scarce,
Robin Hood could never live
Midst greenery so sparce.
He bartered it for concrete, macadam and cement,
For tower blocks and parking lots with intent.
To serve the modern motorist, and so,
The historic trees of England had to go.
Will the stately trees of England grow once more,
Or become a memory, like Robin’s lore?
Will stately Elm, Oak and noble Pine,
Bear witness to your heritage and mine?
Or will England’s forests and heritage wither,
‘Neath the pounding feet of all who settle hither.
© Sheila White, 1985
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