Roots firmly on the cobblestones
It dominates the ancient square
Like a living mast for telephones
You cannot fail to see it there.
Its lofty boughs form shadows now
Odd patterns on baroque façade
It stays up but I don’t know how
What happens if the wind blows hard?
Tall evergreen in stately pose
Encased in sturdy needle coat
Bystanders shiver in warm clothes
This real tree gets the punters’ vote.
Last year a plastic, flood-lit “tower”,
With oblong static sections – jarred;
The public did all in their power
To voice complaint – too avant garde!
The Powers that Be - both French and Dutch
Have got together and agree
The Grand’Place needs a natural touch
So once again we have a tree!
(c) Poet in the woods 2013