Where boney bodies lost to time
\nReached down into the sod to lime
\nA keen attraction to the cream
\nSylvatics or fagus dream<\/p>\n
Carolled by nightingales is she
\nWood pigeons too will sit on thee
\nCan it be the great beech tree
\nIt can it can it can<\/p>\n
Its roots stretch out forever more
\nLess than a yard deep to be sure
\nAnd prickly husks where in its fruit
\nIs clasped three sided bound to suit<\/p>\n
Wild children come and chickens too
\nThe smoothest trunk a olive hue
\nAn artist brave whose palette will
\nBe mixed and matched with utter skill<\/p>\n
Kissing the sky the mortal flame
\nFew plants will come its not fair game
\nNo denser shade to the carpet there
\nSlowly rotting with time to spare<\/p>\n
Ovate forms that come and go
\nStrong rich greens a deep orange glow
\nAs the seasons pass we see
\nThe gold and amber markedly<\/p>\n
Ringdoves dormice and pigeons come
\nTo feel the beat of Beech’s drum
\nCowper brought them into “task”
\nAnd deer may come and to you ask<\/p>\n
The oily substance does them proud
\nThe badger boys will shout out loud
\nAnd collect a heap on which to chew
\nMade tastier by the morning dew<\/p>\n
The glistening the listening one
\nIts twiglets radiant in the sun
\nAn oxygenator second to none
\nWhere faeries it is said have spun<\/p>\n
The bluebells grasses into gold
\nFew believe this but as we get old
\nThats really the time when old eyes do see
\nThe faeries weaving constantly<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where boney bodies lost to time Reached down into the sod to lime A keen attraction to the cream Sylvatics or fagus dream Carolled by nightingales is she Wood pigeons too will sit on thee Can it be the great … Continue reading