Save Smithy Wood
I heard about the campaign to save this ancient woodland and wrote two poems that you are free to use in any form whatsoever if it will help the cause to protect the trees.
The first poem uses the same format as Jerusalem by William Blake, and the second one uses the form of Another Brick In The Wall by Pink Floyd, so both would need mentioning in any credits.
Save Smithy Wood (1)
Where is the need in modern times
To kill off Yorkshire’s bits of green?
Why is unholy God of Greed
Slashing where oak and ash have been?
Think you’ll find residents supine
On one of Sheffield’s seven hills?
A pee and petrol stop builded here
Among these ex-cold rolling mills?
Bring me the chest of fools gold!
Bring me an oak or elder’s shade!
Bring me reports! Oh maps, unfold!
Bring me this bluebell wooded blooms!
We will not cease from lawful fight
Nor will our pens rest in our hands
‘Til we have saved old Smithy Wood
From madmen and their madmen’s plans
Save Smithy Wood (2)
We don’t need no service station
We don’t need no high speed trains
So sign petitions, join the protests
Tories leave our woods alone
Hey! Tories! Leave old woods alone!
We won’t let your gold dig-diggers destroy it all We won’t let those dirt dig-diggers destroy it all
David Leslie Uren, Rotherham