The Rodborough Doggy Tree

The Rodborough Doggy Tree

The Rodborough Doggy Tree

When the sun descends beyond yon hill,
And gilds the golden cumulus,
Thou shalt find me in the winter chill,
Cantering past some tumulus,
Or ancient circle, sarsen-girt,
Then on to fairest RODBOROUGH Fort,
For feral football in the dirt,
Until the darkness calls a halt;
And then we trot across the scree,
Past moonlit dewpond, all serene,
To celebrate the DOGGY TREE,
Each Christmastide a gladsome scene,
With bauble, bell and glittered card,
All pendant-hung and tree-top starred,
And there we read from my dear leader,
“Merry Christmas to all our Readers.”

In memory of my dear dog, Basil; always missed but never more so than at the end of the old, and beginning of the new year; Basil wrote this some 10 years ago for www.footballpoets.org, in his role as official mascot of the Stroud Football Poets.