I was reminded of this little gem this morning and I thought it worth repeating, as it cheered me up thinking about when the reserve re-opens. I dedicate it to all the hard-working staff on the reserves and the fabulous Walnut Tree in the over-flow car park. Over the years it has been home to Jackdaws, Squirrels and Tawny Owls.


Alfred Joyce Kilmer 1886-1918

I think that I will never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

It is worth noting that he was killed by a snipers bullet in France in the dying months of the Great War.