The Forest of Dean

The green leaves in August

In the forest deep rich green

Hardwoods oak and beech

And Blakeney straits stream

The forest in the height of summer

Enjoying long warm days

It doesn’t even matter if we get odd days of rain

The rain brings out the scent of oak leaves

And the warm damp ground

Earth rich smells a plenty

When the sun again shines down

Rays of light beam through the trees

Scattered flecks of light through the leaves

Oh to be in the Forest of Dean in summer

Walking through the trees