Time to Swallow a Bitter Pill
They have downed the trees near Spital Hill
Lovely trees along the ridge
Either side of Railway Bridge
Autumn Gold, Colour of the past
All chopped down to the last
Vision now clear, All is Fine
No fallen leaves on Railway line
Look for yourself, have a peek
Passenger Trains, just one a week
Memories of walks around “Big Belt”
More trees gone, More Anguish felt
Global Warming in the breeze
Helped by felling, LOCAL TREES
