THAT OLDE CHESTNUT

I  am a chestnut tree 
Hard to crack!
“That olde chestnut.”
The hurricane
 barks!
 
My leaves are green 
With enormous veins:
Lizard's claws;
Grip tight
their victims.
 
Upon my bough
A patchwork nest:
A golden ratio nestled
In the centre;
Bustling with baby sparrows
Mama sparrow is picking
The worms
Loitering in 
the undergrowth.
 
I am a chestnut tree
In the autumn;
My fruit brown
Harvested.
And burst open.
 
 
I am a chestnut tree
Who swing and sway!
 My roots are steely 
And fallen leaves are hay.
 
I am a chestnut tree;
A reliable witness to many 
Centuries old stories!
Danny old boy carved a 
Bleeding heart
On my bough.
His bestowed's
name is Mary
She is fair and ninety!
 
I am a chestnut tree
In a London park.
I stand tall and mighty
And am proud!
My heart is a sapling;
Bearing young loves!