Based on a true story :>)

A log for Bea

The gardener's wife begins to weep
as, limb from limb, the trees are sawn
and stacked up high, a hacked-up heap
for shredding, on the neat front lawn.

At thirty years, the southern beech
stood taller than the Cotswold house,
with sturdy trunk, while leafy reach
created shade for bead-eyed mouse.

But at this time, Storm Rose raged through
the garden and she tore a crack
that showed the trunk was really two
at risk of splitting, front to back.

The surgeon sighs below the din
of falling wood, the shouted threats
from neighbours full of Gordon's gin,
who'll later brim with loud regrets.

A last request is made by Frank
the gardener wants a log for Bea,
described as like a double shank
he'll carve to form a memory.

Once in his shed, he'll do his best
it's hard to see through blurry glass
to whittle wood to two abreast,
twin sisters dancing on the grass.

Poetry by Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-07-15 at 20:26

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A fine poem. We have some past-their-prime maples in our yard. They regularly lose large limbs to storms and their trunks are suspect, but we can't bring ourselves to have them cut down. It takes so long to replace them.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Fantastic! I love the line about neighbours being full of Gordon's gin. I like it all actually. Was the tree saved? Perhaps not if it was split.

A well-made poem, one that impresses itself upon the mind-heart-soul. And one that is about to be bookmarked!