Reaching out
And stretching for vegetation
I rejoin the race I came from
And pass this knowledge on
To my offspring.
He feeds upon
The leaves and fronds that
Brush his knuckles as his
Chariot passes fashioned
Garden verges.
Colour emerges
To peak between the green,
And I halt our progress
For him to fold a bush’s
Pages open.
Texture vexes
Him momentarily before
The next one is held a little
Longer and on his eyes
Wander amongst it.
And back home
Pictures of floras flicker
In front of him as he searches
Weekend supplements
For sign of them,
And in his green
And pleasant hands a
Secure future for this land’s
Lanes and countryside shall
Evermore reside.
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