In Firestone where oak meets pine br A woodland that is so divine, br Its pathway crazed and strewn with cone br The ground is dry and hard as stone, br With roots exposed along the track br And bending like a serpent's back, br And twisting as they fall and rise br A tangled web on pathway lies. br br The ferns so green along the way br The wildest rose in full display, br Its tiny petals are in flower br A splash of pink beneath the bower, br So cool the soft caressing breeze br As ivy twists around the trees, br The nettles growing in the shade br Now stand like soldiers on parade. br br Beside the wood lies Wootton Creek br A haven where the ducks do seek, br For food upon the tidal plain br They walk its length time and again, br A heron fixed in sedge and reed br And waiting for a chance to feed, br On fish that swim as shallows fill br Upon the bank remains so still. br br On muddy flats the footprints show br The sunlight shines as waters flow, br And ripples sparkle on the sea br That's moving so majestically, br The tide is growing ever higher br And so it slowly floods the mire, br Relentlessly it carries on br Until the muddy plains have gone.