For the forests of dale and dell
And the trees we all knew well
In those heady old times,
I dedicate these rhymes
To the memory of those that fell.
The passing of time soon erases
Our memories of people and places,
For here in this book
You will find, if you look,
A whole lot of names without faces.
There never were wiser words said
That change isn’t something to dread,
For when once you could claim
Fifteen minutes of fame
You now get a limerick instead.