The empty space
The following poem was written by my friend, now in her 90s, who, as a child lived in Rustlings Road.
She no longer lives in Sheffield, and was most upset to hear of the tree felling.
The poem was inspired by a childhood memory, and I found it in a book of her own work written some years ago.
The Empty Space, by Elizabeth Dunstan
I looked from my window
At men brawny and bold
One carried a saw
For what? I hadn’t been told
The saw played its part
Hacking its way right through my heart
Now, gone is the tree, a giver of pleasure
A beautiful thing, it’s memory I’ll treasure.