Where the Tree Forks
I travelled from the north
And stood in a street where it forked.
There in the middle was a twisted tree
With leaves as far as the eye could see.
I looked up in the sky through the leaves,
Saw a Church Tower over the eaves
Of the once ancient building so gothic;
It's huge grey walls so stoic.
I looked where the tree forked again,
This time it began to rain.
It created a sight so handsomely becoming,
As a shadowy figure crept slowly, beckoning.
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