I am very concerned about the tree policy of the Sheffield Council and really don’t understand how it could have come this far.
I’ve been following the subject on Twitter for a long time.
The reason for addressing you is because I love your city and its inhabitants very much since I came over for the snooker (and buy your newspaper of course), and I really don’t know who else to address.
So, today, I decided to write a poem for all the tree saviours in Sheffield to help them in their battle.
I shall miss the sun warming my leaves,
The tender caress of a breeze on midsummer eve
Never again play a symphony, my rattling leaves,
Beloved birds left in grief
Now lay me down to rest for good
My bleeding heart, silent cry from where I once stood...
Wout van Kwawegen
Noorder Kerkedijk 87, 3078 PD Rotterdam, Holland