If tired of the city
Your need of nature to quench
Head north beyond the Twenty Five
Away from London’s stench
There you’ll find a land of trees
A large forest made of pine
Ouse, Lark, and Thet –
Rivers such as these
Are markers of this place
Known for all its trees
Padre
Padre's Ramblings 
There is something about standing in a grove of trees that is soothing and life-reassuring, and the frantic busy-ness of the city falls away. Good write, Padre!
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I hear the forest calling in your poem 🙂
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Great use of the prompt! I know that need that has to be quenched. I’m impressed that you threw in a few river names, too. Gold star!
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