Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Poem! First draft of a little poem I'm writing about where I work, all to do with Spirit of Place

There is a special place of ancient trees and space
A place of hoep field
Of oak and ash and maple
Where trees whisper century secrets to a placid lake
Where children play in branches held by hands of Hornbeam
Run down rides of wide green and hide in copses
Build dens and gather for family picnics.
Of chasing dogs, quiet deer, leaping squirrels and stoic sheep
Of people who have heart and passion
Who crave space and time to breathe
This place is ours
This place is yours
Our forest
Our Hatfield

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