Andrew Charles Forrest

Up, On The Downs

Up, On the Downs

 

I walked the land so walked before

Now used for peace, once used in war

Breathed the air so crisp and clear

Where beacons lit to spread the fear

 

The trees three hundred years old

Trust bought, so they cannot be sold

The rich gave up what the poor pay nought for

Is what our parents died and fought for

 

Give thanks to all who came before

For on their shoulders we can soar

So children learning, gentle flowers

Can grow in strength and climb on ours

 

And we can take our place as dust

Continue the story as we must

Tell the stories we were told

Like trees three hundred years old...

Comments3

  • orchidee

    Good write Andrew.

  • rosiedm

    Nice wee story anything about trees does foe me 😁

  • Goldfinch60

    If only those trees could talk we would hear some wondrous stories Andrew. May you walks always be wonderful.

    Andy



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