Ancient Yew

What groweth under that ancient yew,
Whose longbow yeomen served well and true?
What green fields and estates tilled,
Has she watched harvested and filled?
Enclosures and exile, she saw arrive, 
Dark mills and mines thrived, and then, 
Withdrew. 
The wealth of the world she saw, 
Corrupt her sons, 
Choked and crowded by their law. 
A green and pleasant land, she watches,
Fade away, and be forgotten.

- Paul Washington