The Tree Of Ages Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The tree of ages

There had been a storm, not a squall making it difficult
to walk from the supermarket to your car leaving you
with tussled hair and breathless, no this was
the real thing and the holm oak crashed to the ground
roots and all blocking the road.

It was an old tree had lost weight, and bark slung around
it like a poorly fitted mechanic`s overall, so it had to happen
it was what ensued after the fall, and it had to be moved
still alive they cut it in half and pushed it aside with
a fork lift truck no ceremony here no kind words, the tree
was blocking the traffic; not a word of regret, you see,
hadn`t it been for the storm the tree was well enough to
stand by the entrance to the lane for 100 years to come.