Sacred Grove For M Lady Lucianne Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Above my head tree branches intertwine
to form a leafy canopy
through which the silvery moon light can shine
if only intermittently.
A lasting sense of peace pervades this place.
As if some sacred spirit rules.
Your troubles disappear and leave no trace.
The trees are her most willing tools
deep rooted in the earth they stand.
Living slow growing monuments
who knows what mysteries they understand
They suffer not from mans ailments.
No jealous animosity
can penetrate this sanctuary

18-Jan-08.