Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
I planted in February
A bronze-leafed beech,
In the chill brown soil
I spread out its silken fibers.
Protected it from the goats
With wire netting,
And fixed it firm against
The worrying wind.
Now it is safe, I said,
April must stir
My precious baby
To greenfly loveliness.
It is August now, I have hoped,
But I hope no more –
My beech tree will never hide sparrows
From hungry hawks.
Beech Tree was written by Patrick Kavanagh.