I remember when the pines stood
Straight and fat and tall
Cool and dry on the hottest days

Now, of them, there is no trace
Oaks and hollies took over
Second growth in a new forest
Acid and humid in the heat
Smothering the very ground
So that nothing else can grow
I wish they were still here
A quiet, still, refuge, again
Apart from today’s noise and violence
I think they’re still at the rivah
Guarding all the low banks
In their deep, serried ranks
Calm and tall and proud green
A nice place on poor ground
I remember when the pines stood