The Dragon Tree
Our new teacher is a little weird
A purple cloak and a long white beard
He talked us through the kinds of trees
When out in a forest we might see
'Willow, oak, sycamore
And the rather rare Dragondor'
‘What?’ we cried, 'There’s no such thing!'
Our teacher winked and gave a grin
You see them but you don’t realise
Stark and bare against the skies
With ivy wrapped round every bough
Giving shapes and life somehow
Branches turned to arm and claw
Beneath a head and powerful jaw
And a tail that ends beneath the earth
Roots that grew from time of birth
So I went to look in our local wood
And to my surprise there one stood
Stark and bare against the skies
Ivy wrapped, fiery eyes
And as the moon rose with the night
The air crackled with the magic light
And the rather rare Dragondor
Raised its head and gave a roar
Stretched its ivy covered limbs
Arched its back and raised its wings
Lifted those roots from time of birth
No longer tethered to the earth
A mighty breeze it blew my hair
As dragon wings beat the air
And the Dragondor began its flight
Across the starry, moonlit night
I stood a while and watched it fly
High up in that night time sky
Until that most amazing beast
Was gone from sight into the east
I returned to the wood next day
As sun turned the night to misty grey
Wondering if the Dragondor
Might be amongst the trees once more
To my dismay the ground lay bare
No tree, no hole, no sign that there
Had been a Dragondor last night
That came to life and took its flight
I walked over to the little nook,
Knelt down for a closer look
And where the Dragondor once grew
A tiny shoot was peeping through