Now I understand the
Mythology of the
'Green Man'
From the dark colour's
of the anchored root
To the light shades
Close to the green heights
A soul carved
From the heart of the forest
The lines of age
ingrained in the skills
and the workings-out of
the craft-mans hands
The pencil lines
of precise arithmetic
bring the ashes of the tree
back to life
Sawdust from the sharpest tools
The Remains of knowledge
Of a beautiful craft.
Avie.
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