Esker Heights Jesus, Lucan


the day the digger took out the trees at the bottom of the field.

‘My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,
All felled, felled, are all felled;
Of a fresh and following folded rank
Not spared, not one’

first few lines from Binsey Poplars by Gerard Manley Hopkins