Ralph Whillier 24 July 2012
The billowing trees shed long black shadows
Across the quiet leaf carpeted floor.
Silence envelops the pine tree forest,
A windless haven of animal spore.
The Stag alert. His antlers held high,
Looks around through searching fear.
An Eagle sways high on branches green,
His eyes a-drooping. The night is near.
Noises waft up from roads far below.
Faint purrings of cars, wheeling in haste,
Are strange to the forest, which, in thousands
Of years knows only the silence.And now is faced
With the prospect of dying quite soon
It lives unwaveringly in its cool.
The Stag and the Eagle cares not how
Man will fatten all, wielding a Tool.
Where will the Birds go; the Stag and the Deer;
When in his wisdom Man builds motorways here.
Why here ???