Forest of Dean Poem (General)

by willow, Monday, August 21, 2006, 12:23 (6670 days ago) @ willow

THANK YOU
to the person that emailed me this..

we are going to miss the last verse, mainly because he isn't going to be returned to the Forest for burial, he wanted to stay with his wife.

but the rest of it is perfect !!!

My Forest of Dean

Pine standing in rows, like warriors' lances
Cathedrals of beech trees, arching their branches
A carpet of grass, so lush and so green
I'm sorry I left you, my Forest of Dean

The bleating of sheep, the tumbling of streams
Are sounds that haunt, the deepest of dreams
I drank it all in, with senses so keen
When I was young, in my Forest of Dean

The song of achaffinch, the smell of wood smoke
The bluebells that spread, between towers of old oaks
Of all the places, that I've ever been
Nothing compares, with my Forest of Dean

The hills and the valleys, of my native land
All bears the scars of my forefather's hand
And the older I get, the farther I lean
Back to the past, in my Forest of Dean

Silent scowl holes, those Iron Age caves
Wind-tossed fern banks, rolling like waves
These sceret places, that rarely are seen
Await me unchanged in my Forest of Dean

I picture the ponds, where the heron still wades
The splendour of autumn, its hues and its shades
If I could return, how much it would mean
Just to see you again, my Forest of Dean

But maybe I'll die, before another day dawns
And never again, see the deer with their fawns
If so, take me back, where the air is still clean
And lay me to rest, in my Forest of Dean

R Miles