A copse of tree poems

As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
I look’d toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
The wood began to move.
(Macbeth, Act 5)

imageForget Great Birnam wood coming to Dunsianane, the tree-poems are coming into Benmore Botanic Garden thick and fast today. In fact, I’d go as far as to say I’m gathering a forest of tree-poems today. And fine, strong specimens they all are. Please keep them coming.

Here are a copse of tree-poems written by Sally in Norfolk. You’ll see one of them mentions Piers Patrick, a wealthy American who planted Benmore’s Redwood Avenue in 1863, a year after he bought the estate. Piers Patrick also extended the boundary of the garden along Loch Eck and added the impressive, baronial tower to Benmore house.

 

TREES

I

I asked a child to draw a tree.
From the cluttered playroom, he
looked out the window, crossed a long perpendicular line
with a short horizontal. Not like this, he said, but it was wood. It could have been.

II

Here are some words that exist to put trees in your head.
Holloway Road on a No 17 –  not a paper world, but bricks and stone
lined with sycamore, limes and London plane – a solace to busyness.
If all of them were bread and cheese, it wouldn’t be the same.

III

Brothers and sisters was how Piers Patrick saw them,
picturing the massive avenue – giganteums
he planted in memory of what we are,
we were, and will be. Avatars.

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