THE TRAIL BENEATH THE YEARS
(Farewell to Africa)
It was when the grind and grumble,
Of those wagons passed this way,
The colour-sergeant’s bark was never meek,
The sighing strain of steel,
That was bound fast to the wheel,
Was melody to rumble and to squeak.
A man’s forest garden produces tons of food, while practically tending itself. Historically, farms and forests have been foes. Conventional wisdom says we have to cut down the forest to make way for agriculture. But a growing movement called agro-forestry capitalises on the free services forests provide farmers and gardeners.
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