#CoopersHill #Brockworth overlooking #Witcombe #Gloucestershire: image via Ed Buxton @EdBuxton, 14 January 2015 South West, England
Sand has the ants, clay ferny weeds for play
But what shall please the wind now the trees are away
War took on Witcombe steep?
It breathes there, and wonders at old night roarings;
October time at all lights, and the new clearings
For memory are like to weep.
It was right for the beeches to stand over Witcombe reaches,
Until the wind roared and softened and died to sleep.
Ivor Gurney (b. Gloucester 28 August 1890 d. London 26 December 1937): Possessions, written 1922, first published 1934, as appearing in Collected Poems, 1982
Beautiful #whitethursday #snowday - one of many benefits working in a #countrypark - lovely #sitka & #beech: image via Beechbrae @BeechBraeWood, 11 December 2014
Carpet of leaves beneath the #beech trees on the hillside near #Stubbing Pond #Wingerworth: image via Alan Heardman @DelepChimney, 2 December 2014