They never told me

They came as dawn's fresh light fell upon the land.  
With their hard hats and high viz jackets.  
Busy men clamour and plot,  
Measure and scratch,  
Cigarette smoke floats up high.  
   
They never told me.  
   
Bulldozers and diggers,    
In splattered yellow overcoats,    
Sit patiently for ignition.  
Waiting to devour.  
   
They never told me.  
   
Angry Chainsaws roar,  
Felling arthritic trees  
That tumble silently.  
   
Only homeless jackdaws,  
Screech resistance.    
   
But why didn't they tell me?  
Maybe they don't know,    
That I was once emperor of these woods.  
The tycoon of rickety treehouses,  
Whose Kingdom stretched for acre and a half.  
   
Are they unaware of our imperialist acorn  
Wars,    
And slingshot invasions,    
That lasted to tea time,  
Or until a ice cream van    
Rolled down the road,  
   
Where's Clint Eastwood when you need him,  
He would ride in on his trusty mare  
With guns ablazeing,  
And rapidly put an end to this unfurling travesty.    
   
By this time next week my childhood memories,    
Will be erased, buried beneath tarmac and    
White lines  
Terminally extinct, so stressed out shoppers  
Can get their trollies    
To  the shops at least five minutes quicker.