Southbank Centre
31 August
Into a place of craggy lavender and scrub
you came, with your tree fingers
and your quiet way, living alone
and planting day by day ten thousand acorns
that will grow into a sweet, green army
of oak trees, their roots ferrying water,
their leaves casting long shadows, their shade
a lovely resting place at last for an old man
and his old dog to lie, their hearts content,
their eyes still bright, the dog still sharp
at the trick of a bone or stick, his tail thumping
in the same old way, ears alert, nose wet.
The Man Who Planted Trees, by Puppet State Theatre Company
is now on tour until 26 October
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