larch wood

Trees hold a special place in day-to-day life as well as in memory. Gathering other people’s reflections and words will be an ongoing element of The Long View and it’s already very exciting. Poems and stories are arriving and we are building a metaphorical woodland that holds within its linguistic branches stories of love, loss, childhood, hope and joy. Here are some glimpses:

Just before the first time
I could have truthfully said I loved you
We sat beneath a canopy of tree …  
(read more here)

When you give yourself to a place
it lodges in your bones.
Its mossy woods remember secrets … (read more here)

Two rows of silver birches. Yarnbombed,
bunting stretched between them, wildflowers under …
(read more here)

These are just a few excerpts from the poems that have been sent in to The Long View and we’re looking forward to gathering a lot more through the coming year. If you have something you’d like to share, we’d love to hear from you. New poems will be added to the site as they arrive – to read all the selection, go to our page: Your Tree Poems.

It’s not all about poetry – we’re also collecting stories about trees that you love or are remarkable for some reason (Your Remarkable Trees). So join in if you’d like to. We’ll be sharing these as they come in.


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