.5. Total Recycling Poem by David Threadgold

Deep within the ancient wood
Trees lay down where once they stood
A hurricane the trees had found
Many lie upon the ground

For many years they lay and rot
Was this now their final lot?
Ever lower as if sleeping
Bugs eat flesh while ivy’s creeping

Bark now crumbling falls away
Ants and woodlice come to stay
Softer trunk now mushrooms grow
Where they came from I don’t know

Rotting wood makes songbirds nest
Insect armies clear the rest
Dragging down enriching earth
Creating food for others birth

Where it had fallen soft green shoots
Sprout from old trees rotting roots
Wildlife bugs and birds are fed
Final rot made a new trees bed


© 2008 David Threadgold
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