My recent walk on Offa’s Dyke with my sister brought me face to trunk with a magnificent larch tree. It stood so majestically it seemed to speak to me. Fanciful perhaps but I sensed a real energy about this particular tree. I have been trying to finish a poem about it but something is hindering me. It may be that deep down I feel that whatever I write will hardly do it justice, yet I keep trying. Here are two of the verses which I share with you.
What mighty larch with such wisdom
do you stand there determined and still
watching over the world as your kingdom
with such patience and time honoured drill
The darkness beneath your fine branches
hides creatures and memories galore
with such wondrous arms are the tranches
of history steeped so in death’s claw
We ignore our trees at our peril.
Best wishes- Denny Bradbury