2084: A Query

My youngest asked if
that tree at Buxted is
two thousand+ years
old – I can’t send him
to my yew poem – it’s
a risible act – my kids
do not read my verse
or any links I submit –
I’d avoid them too [if
in their shoes] – It’s a
truth in anno Domini
adding up that a tree
in Buxted could be as
old as that showman
in that land his uncle
died in [England was
not green or pleasant
for either man] & in a
millennium all will be
lost [my final answer]