Dryads

Burgess Hill to Three Bridges
19 August 2017

14 people

27.5 km / 17 miles

Blackheath Ramblers

Morning dryads were angry

Bit our ankles with nettles

Unleashed barking rabid dogs

From undergrowth around roots.

We drank a lunchtime libation

In honour of those tree spirits

The grey clouds cleared from afar

We walked along pleasant glades.

August end presages autumn

Sweet blackberries ready to pick

Leaves burning a russet colour

Summer's ardour almost spent

And our fifty years old stories

Of Empire's end in the east.