A Grove of trees in the Scottish Highlands
July 16th


Forests precede us and deserts dog our heels

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In the middle of the dance
The house takes off from the ground.
Clouds climb through the windows,
Lightning pounds it’s fists on the table.
The moon leans in through the window.

Donated by Chris

24th May 2019

The wild god points to your side.
You are bleeding heavily.
You have been bleeding for a long time,
Possibly since you were born.
There is a bear in the wound.

Donated by Chris

24th April 2019

'Why did you leave me to die?'
Asks the wild god and you say:
'I was busy surviving.
The shops were all closed.
I didn't know how. I'm sorry'

Donated by Chris

26th March 2019

Listen to them:
The fox in your neck and
The snakes in your arms and
The wren and the sparrow and the deer....
The great un-nameable beasts
In your liver and your kidneys and your heart....

Donated by Chris

25th February 2019

There is a symphony of howling.
A cacophony of dissent.
The wild god nods his head and
You wake on the floor holding a knife,
A bottle and a handful of fur.

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25th January 2019

Your dog is asleep on the table.
Your wife is stirring, far above.
Your cheeks are wet with tears.
Your mouth aches from laughter or shouting.
A black bear is sitting by the fire.

Donated by Chris

24th December 2018

Sometimes a wild god comes to the table.
He is awkward and does not know the ways
Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver.
His voice makes vinegar from wine
And brings the dead to life

Donated by Chris Rolls

26th November 2018

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29th October 2018

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24th September 2018

Donated by Chris Rolls

24th August 2018

Donated by Chris

30th July 2018

What would the world be, once bereft,
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
Gerard M Hopkins

Donated by Chris

25th May 2018

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27th April 2018

Donated by Chris

26th March 2018

If you cut down one tree you must plant five.
We must always be alert and thoughtful
so that we repair any damage we do to the earth.
That is Yagna.
Satish Kumar.

Donated by Chris

28th February 2018

One the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds. Aldo Leopold

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28th January 2018

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27th December 2017

1st December 2017

Donated by Chris

30th October 2017

Give me a land of boughs in leaf,
A land of trees that stand,
Where trees are fallen, there is grief,
I love no leafless land.

27th September 2017

 donationWilliam Henry Spurgeon Rolls.
A Yorkshireman.
Served with the 2/5 Highland Lt Infantry Royal Scots.
Killed in action on the 28th August 1917.
No known grave. Rest in Peace.

25th August 2017

For the future

Donated by Chris Rolls

24th July 2017

Around the corner there may wait

A new road or a secret gate

And though I oft have passed them by

A time will come at last when I

Shall take the hidden paths that run

East of the Moon West of the Sun

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Your grove of trees

The trees in this grove will be carefully planted in protected sites in the Scottish Highlands where they will create homes for wildlife and forests for the future.

Scots pine against a summer blue sky.
Twinflowers in bloom on pine woodland floor.
A Scotch argus butterfly on common ragwort.
This grove in numbers
Trees in this grove: 105

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