poem of the week: Woods, and Us by Alison Brackenbury
A dark wood my day companion.
Lovely wood where echoes and green
nourish your spirits doomed,
My wood, my spirit and companion.
Thrush and cuckoo visit my being.
Songs and air and rhythmic wind
blow salutary adding wood’s charm
My wood, my spirit and companion.
Dangling in the wood, in air
Growth like a fine background
Where mud and stagnation
don’t hamper the salutary grew.
All pieces of wooden furniture
Where children and grown
Chat and play in tune
With a mellifluous spirit of own.
My wood, my spirit and companion
can never be forgotten.
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