Imagine a forest
A real forest.
You are walking in it and it sighs
Round you where you go in a deep
Ballad on the border of a time
You have seemed to walk in before.
It is nightfall and you go through
Trying to find between the twittering
Shades the early starlight edge
Of the open moor land you know.
I have set you here and it is not a dream
I put you through. Go on between
The elephant bark of those beeches
Into that lightening, almost glade.
And he has taken
My word and gone
Through his own Ettrick darkening
Upon himself and he’s come across
A glinted knight lying dying
On needles under a high tree.
Ease his visor open gently
To reveal whatever white, encased
Face will ask out at you who
It is you are or if you will
Finish him off. His eyes are open.
Imagine he does not speak. Only
His beard moving against the metal
Signs that he would like to speak.
Imagine a room
Where you are home
Taking your boots off from the wood
In that deep ballad very not
A dream and the fire noisily
Kindling up and breaking its sticks.
Do not imagine I put you there
For nothing. I put you through it
There in that holt of words between
The bearded liveoaks and the beeches
For you to meet a man alone
Slipping out of whatever cause
He thought he lay there dying for.
Hang up the ballad
Behind the door.
You are come home but you are about
To not fight hard enough and die
In a no less desolate dark wood
Where a stranger shall never enter.
Imagine a forest
A real forest.
By W.S Graham
Forest give a peace and joyful of the birds voices.
I just stopped by the road near the forest and captured these amazing nature sounds. I know they are not perfect and you can hear the cars passing by, but try to hear the sounds of the birds, which are the most beautiful concert in the whole world.
The forest in photography by Agnes Romaniuk.
In the Forest