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Woodland Walk
Near to my home there's a place I roam
A spiritual retreat where I feel so calm
A wooded hill shrouded in mystery
A sacred place where I can be free
Here nymphs wander in the tree stand
Catching sunbeams with elegant hand
A carpeting of wild bluebells they enjoy
Their silvered laughter shouts of joy
You'll hear if silent and still you stay
If sound or movement you do betray
They'll disappear without a trace
Never to return to this soulful place
A spiritual retreat where I feel so calm
A wooded hill shrouded in mystery
A sacred place where I can be free
Here nymphs wander in the tree stand
Catching sunbeams with elegant hand
A carpeting of wild bluebells they enjoy
Their silvered laughter shouts of joy
You'll hear if silent and still you stay
If sound or movement you do betray
They'll disappear without a trace
Never to return to this soulful place
Published 8th Dec 2018
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- Edited 20th Jan 2019 12:45pm
13th Dec 2018 10:32pm
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14th Dec 2018 11:02am
Always been a 'country boy' inside and I too love valleys, mountains, woods and coastal rambling. Even at night, sat on a hill, looking at the stars. It gives me those moments to reflect on 'what if'
