In 'Seven Tree Field' whence we come week by week
I've been taking picture of trees
as all seasons come
and the changes are done
of the wonder my camera lens sees
My birthday bonsai's ready
with its little seeds now sewn
the long haul now the waiting
as three years til it is grown
But I have plenty patience
and contented I will wait
watching as it prospers
and will then anticipate
what when 24 comes round
and sixty-five am I
my little tree will look like
from this my new bonsai
A tree jumped out as I walked by
surprise upon its face
I laughed and smile right back at him
as I passed close by his space
He seemed quite pleased to see me
when the shock had passed away
so we had a conversation
on this lovely sunny day
He said it was polite of me
to stop and give him time
as most just passed and never paused
which borders on a crime
The tree-monster’s tail
stuck out of the ground
and though it was still
I made little sound
For there was no telling
and never a clue
what it would decide
and choose when to do
Obi found a little tree
over by the fence
and as it had gone unnoticed
we all paid recompense
Obi ran around a bit
as we thought how nice it was
to plant a new tree in this place
for sustenance because
it really is a lovely field
so what could be a better way
to celebrate it being here
than this new tree today
We had a tree growing
out of the front wall
which I’m sorry to say had to go
For though it was fine
its roots had entwined
and had threatened the wall, don’t you know
From ‘Three Trees’ on the Beacon
with sunshine in the field
the view is always wonderful
out across the Weald
As you can see for miles
to the hill line way up north
across the scattered villages
as clouds pass back and forth
This place it is idyllic
high up on South Downs Way
made better by the sunshine
on this lovely mid-March day
Though I am a poem
I am often as a tree
spreading wide my branches
to the winds and fancy free
Sometimes I am majestic
growing strong and very tall
and other times I’m minuscule
insignificantly small
The tree was so majestic
and very, very tall
So when I stood beneath it
I felt very, very small
The mass of green above me
with branches spreading wide
overpowered my senses
and I felt small inside
She has hung onto her children, cradled and loved them.
The wind sometimes whipped them, and the rain beat them down,
but by the strength of her arm, and the tenderness of her fingers,
so she has kept them secure and well fed.
His family had lived
in the same place for years
Safe from harm’s way
with no worries or fears
Foraging for food
in the gardens around
Then up to the homestead
up high above ground
Last year the tree outside our house
got ill and sadly died
And when they said they would replace it
I fear we thought they’d lied
But then to our amazement
just the other day
A little sapling tree appeared
in its place across the way
In a glade of bright green
the Wedding tree stood
Posing for pictures
as only it could
We found it perchance
just wandering by
amongst all the beeches
and conifers high
