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
Walnut Tree, Voghera, Italy Submitted by Giulia D, November 2020
Petworth Park Oaks, Sussex Submitted by Jess & Ben, Brighton, November 2020
The Three Sisters Submitted by Sylvia G, November 2020 These three venerable sweet chestnuts are at the Nower, Dorking, Surrey
An Autumn Reflection Submitted by David, near Horam, Surrey, November 2020
Tree at Kilaguni Submitted by Steve O, Kenya, November 2021
Tree at Kilaguni, West Tsavo National Park, Kenya, regularly abused by Nyati and Ndovo alike. I like the sign, 'don't go beyond this point'. It should be followed by There be monsters! And of course numerous things that bite.