2nd Class (Peadar) Poem
THE ASH TREE (2nd Class)
Oh, ash tree, my beauty!
Your leaves always are odd-numbered
With fives, nines, threes and elevens
But not twos or fours.
Each day you grow taller
Your trunk’s looking quite humongous
You’re taller than Dublin’s Spire
As tall as King Kong
Your flowers so light and fragrant
With colours of pink and purple
The bees like to hum about them
And give them a sniff
Your wood is so bendy
It’s used to make real strong hurleys
They bend just like rubber
Your flexible friend
With cracked bark so sharpish
You’d break your foot if you kicked it.
But ash dieback will soon kill you
That terrible disease