The ASh Tree

Fraxinus Excelsior
Which sounds a grand intro
Derived From the olive family
And, can this tree grow
Up to sixty feet
Way up into the sky
Its branches sweeping backwards
And no viper will ever lie
Close around or near an Ash
They would rather slither through
A fire and its white embers
Than to come and frighten you

Leaves of lime drawn lightness
A smooth, pale grey bark
Becoming fissured in older trees
Where time has left its mark
Jet black Sooty coloured buds
Upon this The goddess tree
Deep rooted twigs are thick and strong
Its how they have to be

An amulet of Ash twigs
Two six inch twigs you use
Fastened with gold ribbon
Will banish Winters blues
A seeker of true spirit
A, moon mother too
The wood makes wondrous
Druid wands
Straight grained
Thus good and true

Fresh leaves under your pillow
Will Thus provide for you
Psychic dreams they happen
And last the whole night through
One day ASh is decked with leaves
The next it could be bare
An amazing transformation
Which doesnt appear fair

The first hint that Jack Frosts
About
And thats the leaves away
So they will not, add to Autumn
Apart from to dismay
The keys or fruits are early
And surely they can be
Picked when green and pickled
In vinegar each key

Its not the tastiest pickle
But is useful some do say
The hottest logs imaginable
Building poles that play
Where there might be shock or tension
Thats the quality
Tennis racqets snooker cue’s
Hard wearing constancy

Said to be a link between
The Gods and bumans and the dead
The bark attracts some lichens
And mosses too its said
The sun and neptune
Fire and water
Mastership and power
Only one thing negative
the roots turn the soil sour