There was a small wood just behind the schoolrooms at St. Helens. I came from the coast where the trees were hunched over against the sea winds, the branches of all the trees grew away from the wind. When I saw the height of the pine trees at Chailey they appeared like something from a fairytale. An enchanted wood where you could easily get lost. I never took a step off the path but I did everything to acknowledge them because just maybe..........?CHAILEY CHILDHOODWhen I was young there was a copseThat I passed every day,Three tall Scots pine were at the frontAnd in the breeze they'd sway.These were for me enchanted treesAnd to them I would bow,They nodded back and I was pleasedThey'd noticed me somehow."Good morning to your Majesties,Your Royal Highness too."These were the words I had to sayBefore they'd let me through.And after all the ritualI'd carefully walk by,Because a lack of courtesyCould mean that I could die.I wonder if that copse is thereBeneath the Sussex sky?Do children still bow to the tressAs they go wandering by?And do the trees still answerWith a curt nod of the head?Or are they trees, not MajestiesAnd has the magic fled.