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Roots that curl and burrow

05 Jan 2008 / in general stuff

My friend Littlestone yesterday penned a poem , in memory of our friend Bec, a year after her death. It’s about the beech trees growing on the henge at Avebury where we scattered a few of Bec’s ashes last year, according to her wishes, among those very ‘roots that curl and burrow’. She’d love this!

All that remains

A tree, a branch
roots that curl and burrow
through the chalk.

A whisper in the leaves
a skylark’s glorious
defiant song.

Snails along the path
rain that washes all away
and wheat again as tall as ever.

A life, a smile
reaching out and touching others
changing imperceptibly
the fabric of our universe.


Photograph: Rebecca van der Putt

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