On the cavernous scars
I now may sit
Once many toiled through
Wood as hard
But now long dead
They are no more
My chair though is entirely
Scarred
Each worm that struggled
Pushing through
The hardwood
And not just a few
Fighting hard tunnels
To Clear
And not even dust now does appear
The worms have turned
But they were once there
Making holes in my
Best chair
Chewing and sucking the heartwood dry
And leave this world
To go and die
Written in Great gaddesden overlooking the gade
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.