A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Soldiers, our trees, standing at ease,
Guarding their secrets, keeping their peace.
A shelter for squirrels, a haven for birds,
Centuries' sentinels, barking no words.
Timeless their wisdom, unique what they know,
Where we all come from, whither we go.
The circle of life, the pull of each season,
History repeating our blind lack of reason.
Abuse of the planet, the rape of our earth,
Warfare, destruction and lack of true worth.
Trees try to help, to become the solution,
Arboreal heroes who drink our pollution.
Solid and firm, wooden but true,
Trees won't be swayed by things humans do.
And what their reward for this life without flaw?
A premature end in the teeth of a saw.