Hedge

 
I am as wide
as I am high I endure a hundred years
without need for repair I am bound by tree
root and flower' I am refuge for animal 
and insect I am vertical meadow eye-level
ground I am roadside I am woodland I am
margin of field on moor on coast in garden
and street I am maker of landscape made
by my landscape I am


(Part of a poem by Jennie Carr entitled Cornish hedge.)


 Above is a Pembrokeshire hedge: the same combination of stones, earth and turf, woven roots and twigs;  a thoroughfare, a barrier and a boundary;  living larder, look-out, perch, shelter.


The hedge is getting a make-over: trimmed and shaped but left intact in form and function.