Nestled due east of the Cheshire plain,
There is a place I like to run
In the pretty village of Tarvin
Lies a woodland walk where the sun
Drips gently through delicate leaves of birch
And ash and oak in turn,
A path meanders through meadow and wood
Like a lowland Scottish burn.
The trees are thriving even though
They have a job to do
Silver birch absorbs the bypass exhausts
Trees are good soundproofing too.
A habitat for some rare birds,
A larder for the bats
A super-sniffing adventure for dogs,
and a rich hunting ground for cats
Jim persuaded a team of Tarvinians that
this mass of weeds, nettles and bramble
Would one day be a great place to go
For a pleasant afternoon ramble.
They created a path through the small wilderness
planted some oaks to remember
Those villagers who once laid down their lives
Ere that infamous November
Whether our wish is to stroll or to run,
It offers a tranquil retreat
An occasional neighbourly nod or a wave
and a place for friends to meet.
Dog walkers, hand-holders, running or walking
A couple needing space and fresh air for talking.
Bird watching, bat watching whatever your need
Jim thought of it all, he planted the seed.
Thanks Jim and all the Tarvin Woodland volunteers for your tireless efforts x
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