Poetry

THE BEECH KNOLL

They stand magnificent and proud
With silver trunks and heads unbowed.
The birches bend, the ash trees break
But solid beeches stand and shake
Their golden leaves upon the ground
to clothe the seedlings not yet found
among the roots.

But when the snows
have come and gone,
the heartsease and the beech, as one,
will startle us, as every year
their springtime colours re-appear;
Reminders of man's lack of force
to alter nature's timeless course.