NATURE Poem: Ancient English Oak, by Janet Moore

“Towering tall, above land and all
I see the animals and kindred folk
Hunting gathering and toiling beneath.

Towards the sky, the sun is high
And in neighbouring fields I see
Horses, hares and an odd magpie.

At dusk comes chanting, firelight and song
The tales told are merry and long.

It’s a joy to be a tree, wise and strong
Keeping watch o’er all beneath the canopy.”

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