Planting a Woodland Burial Ground

Penwortham Woodland Burial Ground

 

 

 

 

A handful of oak saplings are mine to plant,
squatting where other feet already wait.
Many hands on the well-worn spade
dig down, hammer in the stake,
nurture the spriggy guardian
into place.

In the rabbit wire’s mirror
I see a familiar face.

Counting down the trees
I do not know
which will be mine,
tomorrow or in fifty years,
when each caretaker will come to sleep
in the shelter of broad oak shadows.

Penwortham Woodland Burial Ground

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