Image of Laurie, The Green Man of Pilton
Such a gentle celebration of the gentle life of a gentle man,
who eased himself with dignity into his restful sleep.
We cannot see him now; but when grief recedes
we may feel his spirit, watching over the seasons,
a smile across his generous lips as he regally presides
over the ever-present cycle of birth, death and regeneration
The Green Man of Pilton, emerald life grows from him.
The Green Man of Pilton, heralding each new Spring,
with its budding colour in woodland, meadow and hedge
The Green Man of Pilton, Lawrence Hilton Wedge.
I wept when they told me that he had died,
but theGreen Man‘s immortality will not be denied.
©Jane Paterson Basil