How Thick is the Branch: Across New Zealand in Poetry

        Thick is the branch

        And green is the moss

        Watchful are the eyes

        That gazes upon us

        How Thick is the branch

        How Small are we


        Strong is the magic

        And thick is the air

        Quiet is the whisper

        ‘Come if you dare’

        How Strong is the magic

        How Powerless are we


        Deep go the roots

        Sacred is the ground

        Mighty are the trees

        We see all around

        How Deep go the roots

        How Deep dare we venture?


    Origin of the poem:

    In the Tararua Ranges in New Zealand one will find one of the most
    magical forests that are to be found. It is called the Goblin Forest,
    and in this forest I walked with my friend Dave Bagge in November 2015.

    There are many “Goblin Forests” in New Zealand, but they all share
    one characteristic: walking through them you will feel like you are but a
    small guest in a world that is much older and more powerful than you
    are. Walking into these sacred lands is something you do at your own
    risk.

    The poem was written as I was reading Tolkien’s The Two Towers from the

    Lord of the Rings legandarium, and while there were no Ents nor any
    talking trees to be found in the Tararuas, the feeling of being in these
    woods must be very close to what Tolkien imagined it would feel like to
    walk in Fangorn forest, where Treebeard dwells.