does thou know the woods of cheddar that rise above flats and levels on rock and toil do they grow stands of hazel and ferns of hearts with oak that reaches for gods sky about there feet the moss lies like carpet to welcome a weary soul
leave behind the scream of man walk a while on path well trodden by the few who feel its pull one may slip on the earth as the climb is steep a certain dampness under this canopy of life
oregano blooms and teasels thrust a bulbous grin the half eaten nuts of hazel crunch underfoot and maybe a hawk may rest about on its wait a butterfly examines the passers by then carries on from here to there
these woods of cheddar of a certain age where decay means life and life decay a bramble may catch a a wayward limb so tread the gentle way and a path reveals a forward course along a narrow track
now shrouded in cloud or mist and darkness approaches its outer edge the decent is a graceful dance a hop and skip and a slip until in sight a murmur begins.
woods of cheddar
Posted - Aug 09 2015 : 5:42:39 PM
