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Ode to our 200-year-old Chestnut Tree

I once was a chestnut, I hung from a tree,Like all of the young, I longed to be free.One day I landed, it felt like a mile.I need not have worried, I was in Hutton soil.My work had just started, ‘twas about 1803.That’s when I knew, I’d become a tree.I grew into a sapling, strong and tall.There for you, one and all.You sheltered beneath me, when it did rain,When it was sunny, you did the same.Some have kissed beneath me too,I will not tell, Oh! Was it you?I saw your fashions and such,Some I liked, some not so much.Your vehicle’s changed, from carriage to car.That really was going a step too far,Now is the time, for me to go,Another stage, I cannot say No!It’s nature’s way, that I must abide,There are new things, I must provide.A path for some, for creatures a home.My leaves, they say, will make a good loam.So farewell my friends, I’m on my way,And look after your trees you have today.You need good trees, to get good air,So do your best, while we are there.For if we go, from this earth’s soil.All we have, will surely spoil.