“Being but men, we walked into the trees
Afraid, letting our syllables be soft
For fear of waking the rooks,
For fear of coming
Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries.
If we were children we might climb,
Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig,
And, after the soft ascent,
Thrust out our heads above the branches
To wonder at the unfailing stars.
Out of confusion, as the way is,
And the wonder, that man knows,
Out of the chaos would come bliss.
That, then, is loveliness, we said,
Children in wonder watching the stars,
Is the aim and the end.
Being but men, we walked into the trees.”
The Autumn Equinox has just passed so, it being a lovely sunny day, I’ve decided to take myself out into the countryside by way of a treat. I’ve spent the past couple of weeks editing images and photographs, decorating, and generally being stuck indoors. My molecules need the nurture of nature.I shall be cycling through the woods in Freshfield near the Sefton coast, the joining the M62 cycle network through beautiful countryside back to Liverpool.
There is a wonderful radio broadcast by Falling Tree Production called Into The Woods, if you haven’t heard it or tuned into F.T.Productions before, give your head a treat.