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In 1998 a painter friend approached me to write a poem to a series of paintings she was doing.
Each painting was of a Beech Tree in a local wood and one painting would be done each month.
So we had a calendar of paintings.
In 1999 the paintings all sold and are together in a conservatory and underneath each one is a metal plate with a sonnet etched in it.
This is...
January
The atoms in the soil which grew this tree,
Might once have been a Brontosaurus' skin,
An early mammoth, horse, a chimpanzee,
Or men who dreamed of mining Cornish tin.
Some planets from a Universe must grow -
Whose life from stars is seeded in the seas;
For our existence is the ebb and flow
Of trees to people and people to trees.
One day I shall be part of a forest
With Bluebells and moss for my family
For the atoms within me cannot rest
As long as the earth lacks a single tree.
And though you will not recognise me quite
Still, wrap your arms around, and hold me tight.
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