Back To My Trees

Driving towards the wood I was going to be working in, I noticed how the tree canopies on both sides of the road seemed to be welcoming me into their fold. I was excited to be working again with my friend Stuart in his private woodland; it has definitely been awhile since lockdown! We had... Continue Reading →

A New Path

For those of you who had seen my last poem, yes I must admit, it was sad. “Very beautiful, but sad”, as I was told by my close friend. What can I say? It has stemmed from pure, raw feelings. Feelings of frustration and uncertainty that I had been experiencing. Yesterday my ‘very beautiful, but... Continue Reading →

Apart

I carry a heavy heart Like trees falling apart. The mind isn't strong to pray A dark hand covers my eyes today. What meaning is there to being alive? If not to save this earth, I don't know why. The importance of feeling loved By the trees that love me back with their crowns above... Continue Reading →

Wind, Water, Wood

Yesterday we were taken on a 5.5 mile walk around Bradiford and into a lovely little wood called Tutshill Wood. To get there we had to cut across open grassy fields of nothingness; all that lovely space for the freedom to spring our arms open and embrace the sun in glee. However it was a... Continue Reading →

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