Day is not come.
Not quite yet:
Malignancy and malice linger still.
But this is now, at last,
The hour before the dawn
And somewhere in the dark
A throng of birds begins
To sing, full-throated; and soon their song
Will ring unchecked across the land.
Then light will flood the sky
And with it we’ll forget
The night we once believed would never end.
God bless America. The thoughts and hopes of the world are with you. Thank you. And Johnson? You’re next.
A NEW LEAF?
I thought that I should never see
This triumph of democracy;
Our voices raised across the land
Forced ministers to stay their hand,
And cancel plans to sell our oaks
And other trees to greedy blokes
Who only see the beech and ash
And chestnut as a source of cash
And would have curbed our ancient right
To walk the woodlands. So in spite
Of pressures on the national purse
Our leaders paused, engaged reverse
And said that they had got it wrong
(As we had told them all along).
The law is made by fools, you see;
But only God can make a tree.
A follow-up to yesterday’s U-turn by the Coalition on its proposed national forestry sell-off. Alfred Joyce Kilmer’s poem ‘Trees’ has been parodied many, many times, most famously by Ogden Nash. I figured one more couldn’t hurt.