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Old favourite tree thoust seen times changes lower
But change till now did never come to thee
For time beheld thee as his sacred dower
And nature claimed thee her domestic tree
Storms came and shook thee with aliving power
Yet steadfast to thy home thy roots hath been
Summers of thirst parched round thy homely bower
Till earth grew iron - still thy leaves was green
The children sought thee in thy summer shade
And made their play house rings of sticks and stone
The mavis sang and felt himself alone
While in they leaves his early nest was made
And I did feel his happiness mine own
Nought heeding that our friendship was betrayed
Excerpt from To a Fallen Elm by John Clare
But change till now did never come to thee
For time beheld thee as his sacred dower
And nature claimed thee her domestic tree
Storms came and shook thee with aliving power
Yet steadfast to thy home thy roots hath been
Summers of thirst parched round thy homely bower
Till earth grew iron - still thy leaves was green
The children sought thee in thy summer shade
And made their play house rings of sticks and stone
The mavis sang and felt himself alone
While in they leaves his early nest was made
And I did feel his happiness mine own
Nought heeding that our friendship was betrayed
Excerpt from To a Fallen Elm by John Clare
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Walnut Tree, Voghera, Italy - submitted by Giulia D, November 2020
Petworth Park Oaks, Sussex - submitted by Jess & Ben, Brighton
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The Three Sisters - submitted by Sylvia G.
These three venerable sweet chestnuts are at the Nower, Dorking, Surrey 
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An Autumn Reflection - submitted by David, near Horam, Surrey
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