Site of My Tree

Site of My Tree

Go across the main road to the large playing field
That’s surrounded by trees on all sides
The goal posts, they rotted a long time ago and
Each worn patch the grass deftly hides

Now head for the green bin that’s there for the waste
There is one with a bench at it’s side
Keeping them on your left go to bench number two
That a large tree is trying to hide

In front of you now is a very tall fir
A splendidly old evergreen
Leave that on your right and continue to walk
The path on which others have been

Turn again to the right, pass a comfortable seat
To the memories of Cissy and Keith
They owned the Red Setter I saw quite a lot
As I wandered the ways of the Heath

To the left of this path stands my beautiful tree
It is perfectly shaped and stands proud
It’s surrounded by others and yet stands alone
It could never be lost in the crowd

At its feet grow the heather, the fern and the gorse
In its branches live squirrels and birds
The life of each season it glories anew
And its beauty’s uncaptured by words……..

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