Cherry how bedgraggled
\nLeaves all crisp and dry
\nGreen and yellow
\nThat so called prune
\nThat kind of made you cry
\nI told him to be gentle
\nBut butchers like him they
\nDont have many feelings
\nThats why you had to pay<\/p>\n
No respect for your vintage
\nA primeval sort
\nNow you appear so shrivelled
\nAnd rickety and caught
\nUp in kind of time warp
\nLiving on borrowed time
\nWhat is your impending future
\nStill to try and climb<\/p>\n
With fitness and virility
\nInto the sky above
\nWill you regain your lustre
\nReally will you love
\nYour roots deep in the earth
\nThe wind and the rain
\nAnd before all that the snow
\nHow now will you make it
\nWill it be hard
\nOr will you go<\/p>\n
One day i will look for you
\nAnd just a stump you will be
\nNo more your lovely coloured leaves
\nOr your trunk of mystery
\nNo more ripe white cherries
\nTo give juice to those who
\nSing their song and taste along
\nAs wild birds often do<\/p>\n
That will make me very sad
\nFor your vulnerability
\nI indeed have added to
\nyour frailty
\nHopefully you will recover
\nDespite the Winter blast
\nAnd emerge again in Springtime
\nWith your branches growing fast<\/p>\n
Too many jobbing labourers
\nFrequent the towns and say
\nThey are really arbourists
\nBut they are butchers who you pay
\nA pittance too for harming
\nAll those precious trees
\nWho stand in one place struggling
\nreally just to please.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Cherry how bedgraggled Leaves all crisp and dry Green and yellow That so called prune That kind of made you cry I told him to be gentle But butchers like him they Dont have many feelings Thats why you had … Continue reading