I listen dutifully as he speaks of forestry.
A soft breeze whispers in trees
And I am far away where wind plays
Through the forest and through me.
Forestry
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The Wall (Dedicated To My Grandfather)
The wall seemed so high.
Acorns fell as from the sky.
There they would lie
To be collected by you and I.
The acorn’s hard shell.
I remember it well.
The smell of the wood
Natural and good.
Now the wall is to high
And on the other side you lie.
On Visiting The Walled Garden In Woolton Woods
Earlier today I visited the garden in Woolton Woods, which contains a large number of benches paid for by the family and friends of those wishing to commemorate the lives of the departed.
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A walled garden.
Summer flowers bloom.
Memorial benches speak.
“One day that will be you”.
K Morris - Poet 