Rendlesham

Rendlesham  

Stuff of Gods those woods to me,  
Galilee that tastes of oil,  
burns feral amber  
come 'tumn time  
when evergreen,  
fungi fiesta,  
and in the Spring they do lay,  
erect and in such profile lines  
waiting on a bank transfer,  
goods of which are never theirs.  
The humans call it forestry,  
to me it seems hardly fair  
yet stuff of Gods those woods to me  
and I rest fetal,  
barefoot, there.
 
Photo credited to Mrs Bellamy.