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.