They nose dive into the earth as
a great white shark arcs into the sea.
Water fountain spurts escape the ground
sprouting on to the woods page.
Hiding the homes of the occupants
badger, fox, weasel, stoat.
A bridge for wrens, warning seats
for robins, tunnels for rabbits.
The brambles sow their way through,
tying up the wood with their arrow
flights. Fencing off areas so we can’t
My life in the wood is being squeezed out,
By Gareth Culshaw
Gareth lives in North Wales. He loves the outdoors especially Snowdonia. He is published in various magazines across the U.K. Visit his website here.
Photos by Jacqueline Moore