In his weekly Turnstone column, Hunstanton writer John Maiden remembers his childhood… “A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed against the earth’s sweet flowing breast. A tree that looks at God all day, and lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear a nest of robins in her hair. Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain.” These are the words of Joyce Kilmer in his poem, ‘Trees’ which begins with the phrase, “I think that I shall never see a poem lovelier than a tree.” One of my earliest memories has to be listening to these words delivered by the smooth b…