Okauchee, Elm Avenue

Here´s another stab at a Viator poem, this time with an abba rhyme scheme...

Okauchee

There are no more elm trees
on the Elm Avenue I knew,
the place where I grew,
in peace and at ease.

That bug took them, so
there are no more elm trees,
as my recollections displease,
of the world I would know,

leaving brittle memories, I guess,
of lilacs, firs, birches and bees,
there are no more elm trees,
but that maple still thrives, yes!

Damn that Dutch disease,
which stole our canopy,
the way things used to be,
There are no more elm trees.