OUR TREES
They stand there quiet don’t move at all,
They stand there proud, hard and tall.
They get hit rough as they are up so high,
Their leaves are protected so they don’t die.
Their bark is tough but can be torn,
Some of our trees are protected by thorns.
But even though they are tall and strong.
They won’t have their life for very long
The builders came and guess what they said,
There will be houses here instead
By Jessica Brookman
Aged 13
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