Gunton Wood at Christmas Time - by Mo Dickerson
It's Christmas time in Gunton Wood
And everything's asleep
At least that's how it might appear,
But just go and take a peep
The busy little Jenny Wren
Will be foraging on the ground
Now, she wouldn't waste her energy
If there were no insects to be found
And the crafty Robin Redbreast
Will be loitering nearby
Whatever Jenny overlooks
Won't avoid his watchful eye
Then high in the tree tops, a squirrel
Might be scampering back to his dray
With nuts that he had buried
On a sunny Autumn day
And if you keep quiet and stand very still,
You might just catch the sight
Of a Muntjac deer out grazing
But if he sees you, he'll dash off in a fright
And down below on the frozen ground
Almost hidden from your sight
The snowdrops will be shooting
Next month they'll be a delight
The aconites will also
Be getting ready to appear
Their pretty yellow flowers
Will herald the new year.
Even the weekly working party
Still turn up with barrows and rakes
There's not much work to do right now,
But there's always coffee and cakes !
Then on one special night
Creep out into the wood
Look up through the trees
And, if you've been good,
Above frost-covered branches
On their annual flight
You'll see Santa and Rudolph
A most magical sight
No, Gunton Wood isn't sleeping
It's merely taking a rest
Getting ready for springtime
So it can truly be at it's best.