Written in 2013 and dedicated to the Chiltern hills around Wendover.

The Forest is my father,
All bark and antler and vines.
Eyebrows of Moss, Dew ponds for eyes.
With Clematis beard and the voices of birds.
He provides food from the seed and the herd.

The Earth my mother,
With green bosom and brown,
As the seasons pass, she takes……