Shady Lanes.

Born in Prudhoe now in West Sussex I thought the country lanes were magnificent memory joggers

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
Willa Cather

Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.
Bill Vaughan

Shady Lanes To Shilbottle. Northumberland.

He plants trees to benefit another generation.
Caecilius Statius (220 BC - 168 BC),

He that plants trees loves others beside himself.
Dr. Thomas Fuller

Of the infinite variety of fruits which spring from the bosom of the earth,
the trees of the wood are the greatest in dignity.
Susan Fenimore Cooper.

The groves were God's first temples.
William Cullen Bryant, A Forest Hymn.

And see the peaceful trees extend
their myriad leaves in leisured dance
they bear the weight of sky and cloud
upon the fountain of their veins.
Kathleen Raine, Envoi.

He that planteth a tree is a servant of God, he
provideth a kindness for many generations, and
faces that he hath not seen shall bless him.
Henry Van Dyke.

Alone with myself
The trees bend to caress me
The shade hugs my heart
Candy Polgar.

I wandered through a mossy dell,
Drawn hither by a Shepherd's bell.
Its sound, like tinkling music came,
Softly down a shady lane.
The lanes high banks with spring bedecked,
Pale primroses, hiding sweet minuet
The Shepherd ceased his tinkling bell,
And all around was quiet and still.
As I turned homewards, with a sigh-
To think that all these things must die.
Spring, By Esme Noreen Lloyd (Jenkins) 1915 - 2004.
Printed with the kind permission of Cosette Allsopp (nee Lloyd) daughter of Esme.

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