The Best Parts Are Around Edwinstowe

I remember Edwinstowe with dry fern fronds

As a flared child I was tucked, squeezed

Into the open throat of the Major Oak

I forced down my doubts to try to believe that

Robin Hood lived here.


The widespread oak is wired now

Held up as a living Marionette

A puppet show of our need for Robin Hood

For something beyond our Ollerton Roundabout 

The tiresome circle of existence


The AA Illustrated Guide to Britain 



More writing by Sarah Miller Walters



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