Behold! Now the spring is here.

Oh! Feel the gentle breeze.

That meanders around the boughs to burst.

The thick buds on all the trees.

The birds are thrilled to see

The clear blue sky and sun.

For winter now has come and gone.

And nesting time has begun.

They perch on top of the utmost branch

And burst all into song.

Hoping to attract a suitable mate

After waiting the whole year long.

Let us wander deep into the woods.

To see what we can explore

Some acorns, beech and hazelnuts

That laid scattered on the floor.

And as we enter into the glade

a squirrel is sat beneath the shade.

We hear a hammering sound, loud and free.

It's a woodpecker in a nearby tree.

The bluebell glades do show at last.

And pink anemones cover the grass

There are Clementine and primroses too

Wild garlic, foxgloves and violets blue.

As we come out of the dark woods.

And things become more ever clear.

An object moves as we draw near.

It's a lonesome grazing fallow

– George (Dick) Dunkley

Forest Bard, Cinderford.