March 21st 2012
The tree is down
“I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing 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….”
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
This tree was always the source of our delight everytime we went walking along this footpath by the river. Its thick branches would be so heavy with leaves, drooping, almost kissing the river flowing next to it.
But alas, we saw it one day being fell down, one branch at a time. It’s devastating. This tree must have been standing there for at least some thirty years, giving joy to every passer-by, and shelter to hundreds of migratory birds.
But for just a couple of hours, it would be gone, forever, chopped down without mercy.
“…….But only God can make a tree.”
Ollainville, Ile-de-France


















