Once there was a tree, planted to commemorate the arrival of a new life to this world. And it grew and it grew.
It grew so big it went over the wall to the churchyard next door. Each year it blossomed. Then the rain poured down and the wind whipped a gale. The tree split. Its roots began to rise from the ground.
Poor tree. It had to come down before it fell. One man climbed up, higher and higher into the branches. Ropes were attached and the chain-saw ripped into life.
The team of men sweated in the blistering heat as they worked on. Branches were cut, slender boughs shredded.
They worked until the tree was down and the next day we lifted heavy trunk rings across the churchyard wall. The stump-grinder came . We dug out the roots and planted another tree.
The old wood will not be wasted. A young man came round to chop it into logs. It will keep us warm as we wait for the new tree to grow.
