Where Once Was Beauty

In mini wood just out of Millstreet Town The tree creepers were running up and down The tree trunks as they searched for insect prey Their habits never changed from day to day. And chaffinch built her nest there in the Spring And every day her pink breasted mate did sing His chaffinch song proclaiming territory On higher branch of old horse chestnut tree. And little stream that flow through Claraghatlea Down by the wood it wound it's downland way And by that stream the bird with snow white breast The water loving dipper built her nest. In dark pond in the wood towards end of May The moorhen chicks were swimming every day Their mother watching from the reeds nearby Would call to them if she sensed danger was nigh. Though Mother Nature i have never fully understood I learnt my first lessons from her in that little wood Till to my favourite spot near Millstreet Town The Council workers came and cut all the trees down. They cut down the trees for to widen the roadway And where once was beauty only see decay And i cling to the fading memory Of that once safe haven for the wild and free.