A Memory Of Destroyed Beauty

It was the Cork County Council i remember Who cut the small wood by our house away They did it for the purpose of road widening But what a barren mess it looks today. They cut down the spruce, the larch, the ash and birch trees And covered the small moorhen pond with fill We skated there on frosty Winter mornings Such happy moments i remember still. In Spring amidst the pond on reeds the moorhen nested Her tiny babies out swimming in May And every time a person passed or came near The mother called and hid herself away. In that small wood finches and thrushes nested And treecreeper laid her eggs in nest in cleft in tree Some scenes from childhood we always remember Such beauty lives on in the memory. They cut away the small wood of my childhood A thing of Natural beauty was destroyed And man for his excuse use name of progress For destroying the beauty of the country side. 'Twas the Cork County Council i remember Who cut the small wood by our house away They did it for the purpose of road widening But what a barren mess it looks today.