The missing Horse-chestnut Tree
In front of a house, close by the sea,
there stood a beautiful horse-chestnut tree.
How long it stood exactly, I do not know.
But it must have been a hundred years or so.
For the two hours it took to cut it down,
I looked on in sadness and with a frown.
It was dangerously close to the house, I know.
Still, what a pity to see it go.
Now, when out my window I stare,
I takes a moment to realise its no longer there.
There’s something missing for me.
Its the beautiful horse-chestnut tree.
Lovely chestnut tree on Rockbarton Road.