An Old Tree in Whitehall

An old tree, so stately and tall

Stands in Whitehall.

Officials have talked as they walked by

Of the law

And, gazing at the sky forecast rain

And coming war.

 

Bombs have fallen from the sky.

And empire’s fire has died.

But this fine old  tree survives.

And now I pass by

My heart humbled by this tree.

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