forgetfulelephant
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The following is a poem written by Janet's Daughter (one of our Tuesday Crew)
Vandals at a Nature Reserve
Twas cold and dark, a winter's night
Not a sound but a swish of an Owl in flight.
Not a creature was stirring, nay mouse , nay bird.
But suddenly a rustle and a crunch could be heard.
Upton Warren, was asleep, but again there was a whisper and creak,
some marauders were skulking the grounds,
when suddenly a raucous laugh rang loud,
"Terry, Terry, you've chopped down that tree"
The reply "twas the other Terry not don't blame me".
and with a shudder, A groan and a squeak,
The great oak tree, crashed to their feet.
Disrupting the wildlife, all around
the reserve became a cacophony of sound.
Above all Janet's voice could be heard,
" Don't worry about the tree, It's for the good of the birds".
The characters are real:-O
but no Oak trees were hurt during the making of this Poem8-P
PoeTREE-nice! :t:
Rob