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POEM CORNER
(inspired by walks through Southwick forest and Southwick wood)
Where misty dreams of ages past whisper through the trees and silent
footprints through the grass parting slowly in the breeze.
Where memories in bushes hang among the bramble and the haws, where
pleasantly the bullfinch sang above the black crow caw’s.
Where red kite’s wheel on silent wings a pair of buzzards mewing sounds and
to grazing deer a strange scent brings then across the field it bounds.
Pine trees sway in the gusting wind, trunks groan and creak as though in
pain. Squirrels search for hidden nuts among the wild, shrubby terrain
Panoramic views over soft green valleys, clouds scud across an angry sky.
A chaffinch through the trees now hurries, a Blackbird gives a warning cry.
Mysterious is the dark wood’s gloom where strange sounds float on breezes
blown. Clinging bramble thorns show green where the nightingales will
make their home.
And Blackcaps in the trees now sing, their voice among branches echo
through an orchestra of astounding sounds while beneath lies a carpet laid of
blue.
The thrush repeats his final song before the horizon hides the sun. It burns
between the darkening branches on the trunks the flickering sunbeams flung.
So the woodland now will fall asleep until the creatures of the night appear.
The fox the badger cautiously rise together with the fallow and muntjack
deer.
This is just like an enchanted world an owl
screeches as the wood we leave. We go back
to where noise is dominant and in magic now I
can believe.
Poem donated by David Garrett
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