An empty woodland
Memories of canine friends
Hang heavy today
An empty woodland
Winter bares it’s soul for all
to see. A quiet
melancholy day. To take
a long lonely woodland stroll
An empty woodland
Sitting, waiting
No heart
Nor soul
Just trees
The foxes shot
Badgers baited
Deer running
Always running
For their lives
An empty woodland
A great place to end
Your joyous days on earth
There’s not much mirth
In choosing where you’re buried
So don’t be hurried
Never thought of a woodland plot
Great Scott!
So buy a box stick me in
Dig a hole and fill it in
Amongst the trees
Would be nice if you please
