A High Wind In The Big Wood Poem by Robin Pratt

A High Wind In The Big Wood



It's seriously windy
So don't stand under any big trees
OK, but it's a good day to be alive
And I am
So no trees will fall on me today!

The tops of the trees are to-ing and fro-ing like
ripe wheat in an open field
And the noise is a roaring delight
transporting me to the wild high mountains
where you grip for dear life

Drop into a vale
The air stills
The dog trails a rabbit
scrambling through the leaves and the bracken
I stand delighting in the moment and all that air

Then a harsh crack echoes through the air
like a dinosaur's leg snapping.
Look round; a tearing, ripping, wrenching.
I see it, a silver birch falling through space and time
Crashes to the ground and it's done.

For the first time in my life
I see a tree fall.
I feel exhilarated, thrilled and excited.
Did it know I was there, hence all that noise?
The dog is still hunting and I have to touch that tree
to make it real for me.

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