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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Future of Forestry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How will the legend of the age of trees<br>Feel, when the last tree falls in England?<br>When the concrete spreads and the town conquers<br>The country’s heart; when contraceptive<br>Tarmac’s laid where farm has faded,<br>Tramline flows where slept a hamlet,<br>And shop-fronts, blazing without a stop from<br>Dover to Wrath, have glazed us over?<br>Simplest tales will then bewilder<br>The questioning children, “What was a chestnut?<br>Say what it means to climb a Beanstalk,<br>Tell me, grandfather, what an elm is.<br>What was Autumn? They never taught us.”<br>Then, told by teachers how once from mould<br>Came growing creatures of lower nature<br>Able to live and die, though neither<br>Beast nor man, and around them wreathing<br>Excellent clothing, breathing sunlight –<br>Half understanding, their ill-acquainted<br>Fancy will tint their wonder-paintings<br>Trees as men walking, wood-romances<br>Of goblins stalking in silky green,<br>Of milk-sheen froth upon the lace of hawthorn’s<br>Collar, pallor in the face of birchgirl.<br>So shall a homeless time, though dimly<br>Catch from afar (for soul is watchfull)<br>A sight of tree-delighted Eden.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Clive+Staples+Lewis">Clive Staples Lewis</a></strong></div>