Victoria plum

So sad to cut you down once lovely Victoria plum

Now withered and diseased, afraid your race is run

You were a symbol of our hopes twenty years ago

We had just moved in wasn't sure that you would grow

But you flourished every year, blossomed every spring

Not enough!  You seemed to say in autumn fruits I bring

But now the deed is done tangled branches on the lawn

One last gift for me, for tonight you will keep me warm.