Paradise lost

When I was a child my Grandpa would take me Down to old Wentworth Park where we’d feed the birds The majestic old poplars offered leaf-dappled sunshine And a feeling so peaceful it silenced all words. Oh Grandpa won't you take me back to old Wentworth Park We’ll tarry 'neath the shade trees down by the duck pond. I'm sorry my grandsons, you're too late in asking The city’s contractor has hacked them all down (With apologies to John Prine) [UPDATE: Most of the cutting is a fait accompli, but several large trees in the area of the planned tot lot are marked for apparent removal with spray-painted Xs....