There’s a gap in the gap
Where a sycamore hap-
pily sat and gave pleasure to all.
There’s a hole in the Wall
Where the curlews still call
Mourning loss of a beautiful pal
Out there on the fell
All the elements tell
Of a feller intent on destruction
So our icon now lies,
Cut down to size
By this vandal’s awful intention
How could he not see
The beauty in this tree
Love it and all that it stood for
All he saw was the saw
And a chance to be more
Than his life was currently good for
Tim Sokell
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