Trees

Mehmet Murat ildan once said, “Why pay money for the horror movies? Just go to a street without trees,” while Richard Mabey opined that “to be without trees would, in the most literal way, to be without our roots.”

A variety of magnificent Indigenous trees are an outstanding feature of our village. They form a biological community of interacting organisms and their environment. 

But that is the clinical view.

Those of us who are old enough, may remember Trees, a song by Nelson Eddy. The song, based on a poem by Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886–1918), adds an affective element to the conception of trees.

 

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

 

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth's sweet 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,

But only God can make a tree.

Click HERE, close your eyes and allow yourself to be transported to a former age of innocence.