JANUARY 2006: POETRY -- and he cried with a loud voice: Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees -- -- Revelation They are cutting down the great plane-trees at the end of the gardens. For days there has been the grate of the saw, the swish of the branches as they fall, The crash of the trunks, the rustle of trodden leaves, With the 'Whoops' and the 'Whoas', the loud common talk, the loud common laughs of…
Charlotte MewJanuary 16, 2006