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The chair

(with a nod to Sir Spike Milligan)

They took a chainsaw

to an elderly resident of the forest

where it ended up on a journey

to a woodcutters yard

The tree in its prime

rose high into the air

a resting place for aviators

on their way to other shores

but now its been chopped

shaped and reformed

it’s children – look different to the tree

deformed

and they’re asked by the

craftsman’s son or daughter

“Why’d you chop down that big tree

To make me look shorter ?”

By inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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