It stands on the edge of the field
Roots in the brook seeking water
Old man willow, your nooks are rooms
For hedgehogs, your limbs shape the den
That is supposed to be secret
Don't tell anyone, a child says
His shoe slips from his foot and falls
Deep into the tree, his sister
Breaks a stick and pokes the darkness
Retrieves it and silences all tears
Don't tell anyone this green tale
The secret tree is now your secret
Trees are always bearers of secrets for children aren't they - children of all ages. Like this a lot.
ReplyDeleteThank you Holly, I was just enjoying your latest poem, 'Meaningful' which I thought was one of your best! x
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