A poem unearthing the stories of the trees of Trelissick, inspired by a Boy grown up and a Grandpa grown frail and forgetful.
and in your lace of twisted trunk live the echoes of a thousand stories grappling hands snapping twigs branches brandished swords swooshing swish shadows turn suns rise sticks assisting standing roots decaying leaves lightly swaying in the breath of lives relived relaying still betwixt your speckled canopy of memories the sunshine comes to dance
by Jade
Collected Thinks 