Come with me. along a path I know <br />That runs beside a deep narrow river <br />That in places is only a stream <br />Into which twiggy alders and willows <br />Like to dip their long thirsty roots <br />Further along is a good sized coppice <br />Of birch and hazel and rowan <br />While around the field, instead of a fence <br />Grows a hawthorn and blackthorn hedge <br />There are elders there too, whose black fruit <br />Make a lovely dry red wine <br />And if we go on a little more <br />We will see in the meadow <br />Oak, beech and lime, hornbeam and elm <br />Whilst now on the other side <br />Blocking our view, though not the sound of the water <br />Are tall stands of brambles, full of berries <br />That make good pies and also sweet wine <br />The path ends at the lych gate <br />Of the old village churchyard <br />Shadowing the graves are the yew and the holly <br />The aspen and one giant of a cedar.<br /><br />Marilyn Shepperson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-walk-of-trees/
