I Walk in the Wood

I walk in the wood

Wishing to keep away

From the fray.

The birds up above

Have something meaningful to say.

Whilst angry crowds,

(Elsewhere, in street and square)

Shout to loud

And call

For everything to fall.

It is easy to smash

And trash

That which you do not understand.

Macbeth’s idiot walks the land.

And, in his tale of sound and fury

There is no room for a more nuanced story.

Maybe I should

Stay in the wood

And write poetry.

But those who know

And love

Their country

Can not see

It br...