I should like to be buried in a summer forest I should like to be buried in a summer forest where people go in July, only a bus ride from the city, I should like them to walk over me Not noticing anything but sunlight and patches of wild strawberries – Here! Look under the leaves! I should like the child who is slowest to end up picking the most, and the big kids will show the little the only way to grasp a nettle and pick it so it doesn’t sting. I should like home-time to come so late the bus has its lights on and a cloud of moths hangs in their beam, and when they are all gone I should like to be buried in a summer forest where the dark steps blindfold, on cat food –pads, with the dawn almost touching it. Helen Dunmore (1952 - )