I recently wrote a poem about a tree on the outskirts of Maldon and thought I’d share it with you:
If you drive down the A414
You may see something you’ve never noticed before
For here stands a tall thin tree
That many will not spot as we go from “a to b”
For this tree was once a giant
He was so big, strong and defiant
This large man was free to wander and roam
Across the Dengie Hundred, all alone
As he approached Maldon Road
He was confused by what it showed
For this way took cars from the estuary
And onto Bicknacre and Danbury
What were these things that whizzed on by?
For these vehicles were new to his eye
He had hoped this road he could traverse
But decided to wait for the traffic to disperse
As he began his wait he let out a groan
For the duration of this to him was unknown
So the giant stood and continued to wait
Oblivious to his impending fate
For unaware beneath his feet
The life around him began to meet
With first his feet and then his knees
The giant terrified, stood in a freeze
The giant was trapped as the life continued to grow
As the traffic flew past down below
The giant realised now he would never be free
For now he was encased in the Scots pine tree.
Time went by and with the tree he would merge
By the busy road near the verge
The birds began to nest on his head
As his limbs began to breakaway and shed
But now all that remains is the old tree
That from the others seems differently
For this is all that remains of he
Who decided to wait so patiently”
Grace Silverwood
Heybridge
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