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Created by david 8 years ago
THIS IS THE POEM THAT WAS READ AT JOHN'S FUNERAL. IT WAS A FAVOURITE PLACE. POOKS HILL (BATEMANS AND BURWASH) ARE IN THE HIGH WEALD, EAST SUSSEX...
Under the Tree, Pooks Hill
ian said to John that we didn't belong
and this peace was provided by what we were on
with his back to the beech tree the loggers worked round
when they cleared the plantation and opened the ground
that we crossed from the path leading back to the car
where the songbirds still sang tho their wood was no more than a memory
the sun set a tree in the distance on fire
silvering the brambles like living barbed wire
it shone on the fern fronds that covered the ridge
on the craters and trenches the pine branches bridged
and I thought back at ian: name the peace you can see
it's a world war one landscape apart from this tree we are under
Terry placed a branch on the fire he'd begun
invisible flames in the rays of the sun
and we watched how the gnats circled up in its smoke
spiralling in a fury like house dust on coke
on an island of calm in a sea of debris
wrecked on the shores of our own world tree roasting chestnuts
and I noticed a Holly twixt the heels of my boots
the smallest of saplings in a bay of its roots
from a leaf of which blew out a gossamer thread
the spider that spun it being absent or dead
ot was glinting half-seen as it wavered in flight
a broken guitar string in the sun's golden light shining on us
hardy wrote the poem of the horse and the Plough
dickens of a London that's built over now
and the post man woke coverage from an opium dream
when this tree wasn't nearly so broad in the beam
now it grows on its own and it's filled out this space
so it looks like three separate trees joined at the waist on this hillside
and below in the valley the mansion stands still
in which rudyard kipling wrote puck of Pooks hill
at a desk by the window with crossworks of lead
as he thought up the story I still haven't read
though I've come here so often like him I suppose
when this tree was a part of the wildwood he chose for a setting
a pinewood instead will be grown before long
maybe next time it's cut down the tree will be gone
just a stump in the darkness with growth rings revealed
like the grooves of a record the pine needles shield
and the six of us too when our lives are complete
me ian and Terry and John al and pete with our stories