The Enigmatic Sycamore Gap Tree: Secrets Hidden Along England’s Most Iconic Landscape
Thick as a plank on four legs
and a pinball brain rattling inside a wooden skull,
each one of them beggars belief begs,
sleeping like a log brainwave dull.
A tree clearly more than ‘just a tree.’
but their splintered little eyes couldn’t see
beyond their Pinocchio noses full of little sap lies
with one chopping the other one down with mindless alibis.
Nature regenerates like annual rings and there’s hope
something good will come out of such a rootless human act.
But for now, this poem ends with a big compassionate nope:
Would love the judge to become a hanging one and hang them from ‘just a tree’.
