Found a real nice beech in 2002.
Went to a lot of time and effort to write it a fitting tribute.
Fell over.
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A goddess embodied in beech dryad form,
Alone on the hill where the yew dared not tread,
You've stood free to grow through the storms and the fires,
Respect you command from each travellers gaze.
Skin still smooth and grey in your great girth of age,
Your branches alone - the width of your kin,
There's a wisdom in your ancient company,
And peace to be had in the bed of your root,
At the roots of the beech,
There I'll lie, I'll wait for peace,
Your smooth arms shelter me,
Oh oak sister beech.
Not your brother the oak, or even the yew,
Could mark your girth or the height of your reach,
Clean spread of your boughs or the reach of your root,
Not even a mark from the fire of the storms,
No creature of earth can I find in your boughs,
Seems to me in respect, not a claw on your skin,
Not a mark on your body from spray can or knife.
You command respect even from the lowest of man.
I'd stay here forever if the choice would be mine,
Oh the things you could teach in the wisdom of age,
But the darks on her way and the paths are not clear,
I'll be back here tomorrow to marvel again,
At the roots of the beech,
There I'll lie, I'll wait for peace,
Your smooth arms shelter me,
Oh oak sister beech.
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