[The Farm Hand's Ghost:]

"My Kin And I Had Laboured Hard

To Reap The Yearly Harvest.

Lain Weary On Our Gathered Sheaves We

Cracked A Vat Of Ale. Poured A Toast;

Began To Boast Of Who Could Sup The Hardest.

Slumped In Drunken Slumber

At The Height Of Wild Wassail....



I Woke To Find My Brothers Gone

That Autumn Eve So Balmy.

Yet Gazed In Wide-eyed Terror

To The Barley Fields Nearby.

Struck Dumb I Swore;

Stood Before A Mighty Woad-duabed Army.

Believed My Wits Deceived Me

'til I Heard Their Battle-cry."



[The Lord Of The Trees:]

"Smash The Axe And Sow The Seed;

Don't Cause The Oaken Heart To Bleed!"



[The Farm Hands Ghost:]

"When He That Led This Heathen Horde

Cast-off His Ivy Mantle;

Cohorts Raised Honed Halberds

Flying Pennants Of Leaf-green.

From Below Approached The Foe;

A Fierce Scythe-bearing Hantle.

Captains Sat Triumphant

Upon Coughing, Steel Machines."



[The Forces Of Progress:]

"Break The Bough And Strip All Of It.

Fell This Forest, Make A Profit!"



[The Farm Hands Ghost:]

"Opposing Forces Clashed

Beneath A Red Sky Cracked By Thunder.

Entrenched Beneath The Hedge-row

I'd Observed It Quite Unseen.

One Side Stood To Save The Wood:

T'other Planned It's Plunder,

I Chose To Fight For Nature's Right;

Grabbed A Fallen Skean.



All Who Would One Flower Destroy,

Must First Cut Down This Didycoy!



We Fought Until The Last That Day

To Gain A Hard-won Victory,

Sucked In By The Thirsty Earth

I Watched My Life-blood Ebb.

Though I Died At Least

I'd Tried To Play Some Part In History;

A Momentary Trembling

On The Threads Of Wyrd's Web."



[The Lord Of The Trees:]

"Are There More So Brave And Honest;

Who Would Die To Save My Forest?"