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A poem, by Kev Wyatt<\/strong><\/p>\n Snowdrop, Crocus, Daffodil only just begun to peep, as frost gives out on hardened ground, letting water start to seep. <\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A poem, by Kev Wyatt Snowdrop, Crocus, Daffodil only just begun to peep, as frost gives out on hardened ground, letting water start to seep.The cold keeps lesser mortals in their bed, but the volunteers are up & fedThose winter hardy volunteers with bobble hats pulled over ears, their breath hangs still in frosty air, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[21],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3185","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-action"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/reimaginingthelevels.org.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3185","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/reimaginingthelevels.org.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/reimaginingthelevels.org.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reimaginingthelevels.org.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reimaginingthelevels.org.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3185"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/reimaginingthelevels.org.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3185\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3229,"href":"https:\/\/reimaginingthelevels.org.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3185\/revisions\/3229"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/reimaginingthelevels.org.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3185"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reimaginingthelevels.org.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3185"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reimaginingthelevels.org.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3185"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
The cold keeps lesser mortals in their bed, but the volunteers are up & fed
Those winter hardy volunteers with bobble hats pulled over ears, their breath hangs still in frosty air, as they plant the trees with love & care.
With sweated brow & ruddy face, they plant all day at steady pace.
Thirty spades cut through the turf, digging & lifting for all they\u2019re worth.
Thirty backs ache & bend, as little by little, this land they mend.
Then saplings placed with healthy roots, trodden in by thirty boots.
A stake, a tube, a cable tie, the unsaid wish, the tree won\u2019t die.
Mulch now added at the base, keeps back grass, from each cleared space.
Repeat, repeat in ragged rows, then all stand back & hope it grows.
A mug of tea, a slice of cake, soon forgotten, are those limbs that ache.
Then in future years of thunderous rains when climate shift brings yet more pains, the trees are there to stem the flow, be nested in by rook & crow,
Give shelter to the Shrew & Hare, they plant trees now because they care.
& when wind creaks the mighty Oak, will they remember you good folk?
It matters not, but you will know, this anonymous patch you helped to sow, will outlive most who are here today, defiant, firm, in loam & clay.
When Green Man sees your honest toil, on Mother Nature\u2019s fertile soil, for he to her will surely tell, so she will know the job\u2019s done well.
&\u2026. so little is owed,\u2026 for your labouring task, just a smile from nature,\u2026 that\u2019s all you ask.
Kev Wyatt February 2025<\/p>\n