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        COCKNAGE WOOD
I have told of Beech wood and Bluebell Hill
And the peaceful beauty that always gave me a thrill
But Cocknage Wood was another spot I used to like
I sometimes went on my bike, other times I’d hike.

Many of the trees seemed twisted and bent with age,
I bet if they could have spoken, many a page
Could be filled with tales of many years gone by,
You could almost feel the sorrow as the trees did sigh.

Although the wood was lovely, I did not go in
Too often, for it made me feel quite sad within,
Especially when the dove and cuckoo sang a duet,
As though two forbidden lovers secretly met.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson April 28, 2004