Art and science walk hand in hand, shall we allow them to despoil the land?
At their best they are wonderful, supreme, at their worst an adolescent dream.
To be mature or immature, wine aged in the wood.
Or whiskey ten year old, its good.
Thought and imagination find their flower now and then.
Oftentimes we wait and wait, saying oh God when?
At any level good is good, trees and shrubs make up the wood.
Some stand tall and stately, magnificently made.
Affording, as someone said, the weary traveller shade.
28th September, 2017