Old Man

Old man what have you seen
Stood tall on this land of green
Old man do you call to the sky
A resting place for birds on the fly
Old man do your branches sing
Upon the breeze the air does bring
Old man can I rest under your shadow
So you can tell me of stories from long ago.

High on the Kirkstone Pass in the Lake District there are many tree's that look out on the land below, they have been there before my time and they will be there after it too.