Our chosen trees, Under the Canopy
28/06/24

During the early part of the year Under the Canopy enjoyed a little bit of sunshine and new growth at Hollybush Conservation Centre.
Everyone chose a tree to follow, to observe and notice the changes taking place.
Here are some words and poems inspired by those trees….
Joyce – Plum Tree
Spring is here and your bark has roughened and lost its greeny tinge.
Your trunk is slim and upright,
Your branches split into a trident shape, like a hand with three fingers.
The knots on your trunk are like a pair of thoughtful eyes, watching me.
Your slender branches are starting to repullulate.
You are morally upright,
Straight up and down,
Stretching skywards –
Unlike your tangled companions,
Who are bending louchely in all directions.
Being among trees is very calming,
And you are the calmest of all.
You make me feel better with your simplicity and cleanliness.
If you were human, you’d be a good leader,
Someone who could weather a storm,
And remain calm in a crisis –
A no nonsense straight talker.
What you see is what you get.
I wish you to stay healthy,
And be here for a few years yet.
Abi – Medlar Tree
Dear Medlar,
Do you truly know what you want?
Your branches seem to reach for everything,
All at once,
And yet stop before they reach their destinations.
Though you seem perfectly content with not grasping anything at all.
Are you happy with so many unrealised goals?
Do you want to protect and nurture?
Your branches create a guarded canopy for those who need it,
You feed others during the summer,
Though,
Again,
The fruits are better as they rot,
And you become a patch of briars visually as they sprout.
Are you trying to push me away?
Unapproachable and kind,
Unsure and certain,
I stand here,
A reflection of you,
Younger,
More naïve,
Less experienced in life,
Wishing I had the same confidence in my contradictions.
I
Admire
You
Dear
Medlar
Carole – My Tree
A gentle giant
Overlooking the world
Keeping a close eye
On everything and everyone
Thoughtful and calm
Silent yet strong
Supportive and caring
Beautiful
And hopeful …
Joy – Untitled
Steadfast, upstanding,
Strong, straight,
Sturdy, connected,
Say what you see.
Care, nurture,
The garden, the sky,
Kirkstall Road.
Rustle, wind, birds, wind,
Home for ivy,
Sunshine, shade, shadow
The feel of the sun
Mystery Tree – Peter
We have been
Imposing our
Categories
Boxing you in
What true you
Querying taxonomy
Shelley – Medlar Tree
Twisty, turning,
Zigzag, angular,
Crazy, wild,
Unruly, rule-breaker.
Jazz hands – I’m back!
I’m here! Look at me!
You make me feel excited, happy, grounded.
I feel you mirror me,
You are funny, quirky, unique,
Ever so slightly intimidating,
And extremely theatrical.
My wish for you is to grow lots of fruit and live a long life.
You can see the sky, the ground,
Your branches spread out widthways to nosy around the garden,
You hear the wind in your erratic shoots,
The bird song,
The children playing by the pond.
You entertain the creatures and the visitors.
You offer your fruit that is almost rotten-looking,
But tastes better that way.
You remember all the past seasons,
The visitors that have stopped to look,
Stopped to question – what are you?
Do you remember the people who planted you?
The still, quiet craziness of covid?
My hope for you is to keep on growing,
Keep starting conversations,
Bringing people together
And spreading joy.
Sarah – Sister Hilda
Strong, tall, deeply rooted,
Sister Hilda,
Gives directions.
She stands tall, strong and firm,
Looking over all the goings on –
The canal,
The ducks,
The world going by,
The building works,
The traffic over the bridge,
The planes above,
The wildlife all around.
She remembers all the season’s comings and goings.
She wants to be happy,
Surrounded by her sisters,
Gracefully growing
And taking care of her sister trees.
Birds are resting on your branches,
Sunlight beaming through.
Your beautiful leaves are opening up.
If you were human,
You would be a happy, easy-going, friendly person.
Peaceful, calming, soothing,
You make me feel a glimmer of hope.
Gienia – Thora Birch
Thora Birch
A friend to visit, again and again.
A shining beauty watches over wildlife and visitors.
A lanky youth, fighting for space.
Susurration sounds
Gracefully wafting in the breeze
A plucky, energetic survivor.
I seem silent but under the ground,
I jostle with my neighbours.
I talk to my neighbours,
Sharing experiences.
I want to become old and crusty.
A witness to times past.
Thora Birch.
Lesley – Untitled
Relax
At peace
A big hippy
Chilling,
Watching the world go by
In its own little corner
Birdsong all the different days
All the different weathers
Watching,
Waiting.
Pat – The Victoria Plum Tree
A slow unfurl into Spring
A tentative greening of my leaf
Spines and spurs, a spiral staircase to my twiggy sky touching tips.
Memories of last years fruit wizened,
Droop from my stretching bough
I grafted late in summer, to provide luscious plums
Some fell to the ground,
Others reaped went into the pot, boiled and bottled
A caterpillar, here and there a shiny beetle,
clambering its way over my taupe skin
A wasp burrows to lay her young eggs
Juice drips between your lips
Cloaked in Purple, hazy with grey mottle bloom
Ripeness, sweet perfection.
I can see you standing there
The cool wind brushes your hair
wondering
Not yet many signs of what is to come
Leaves
Flowers
Fruit
Patience
I may not be as tall as the larch
Or have diamond leaves like the birch
Or shake like an aspen
Or shed mast like the beech
Stay, don’t walk away
Shelter with me beside the grit wall
Let the Sun lap onto, and warm our skin
Listen to the ambience of cars, birds and bees
Talk to me
Even a tree
Can be lonely.