Copse Poem by Christopher Tye

Copse



Copse

Corners of old woods lingering on,
Overgrown shrubs and trees covered in ivy,
Popular trees coppiced for bio-fuels,
Shady places for nature to survive,
English dreams of the good old days.

By Christopher Tye

Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,trees,woods
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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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