The Village Wren

The wren who came from ivy when the village was unseen.
The wren who stood on the shoulder of a giant.
The wren who was advisor to a queen.
The wren who couldn’t keep quiet.
The wren shot down where a robin’s breast bled.
The wren carried high on a wooden pole.
The wooden wren on a grandmother’s table.
The wren woven into her tablecloth.
A circle of wrens round a campfire.
Wrens on the shoulders of storytellers.
Wrens hid in ivy by a giant’s clumsy hands.
The wren unburied who told the story of the village.

Entrance to Penwortham Wood - Here be wrens!
Entrance to Penwortham Wood – Here be wrens!
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