Bluebell Woods

Strolling through the English woods with respect,

The magpie like a spy in respite watches intently through its specs,

Silver birch growing high to form a canopy in the sky,

A carpet of bluebells cover the ground, 

In this ancient woodland to be found,

With tales of witches thimbles and cuckoo boots,

With fairies playing tunes as they dart about,

Summoned to a woodland gathering because there is a stranger about,

Stag of the Night

A Hart is lit by the New Moon light,

A guiding light in the dark of the night,

With drifting clouds floating on air,

With twinkling stars sharing the sky,

A high land traveller the Monarch of the Glen,

Regal in his right the Stag of the Night.

 

The Little Drummer Boy of War

Drum, drum, drum,

Rat a tat, tat,

The boy made the tune with his little wooden sticks,

Men marched forward,

For death or glory,

As the drummer boy beat the drums of war,

To herald the call,

Do not let the standard bearer fall....

A Fragile Stand

Standing tall but a fragile thing,

Vulnerable and open to the wind,

Healing from the emotional pain,

Surviving from the challenges and difficulties we all know about,

A symbol of life with hope and dreams,

Just close your eyes and make a wish as you blow on the dandelion fluff,

Away it goes,

To new pastures green,

A seed of life,

To grow in the fields of dreams,

Windows

To look through the windows with open eyes,

To look upon the land and at the blue in the skies,

To feel the golden rays bringing warmth to the skin,

To walk in the footsteps of those that have been,

To feel the gentle breeze and listen to the sounds,

With birds singing choruses from niches in the wall,

With other little rodents running to explore,

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R.I.P HRH Prince Philip, The Duke of Edinburgh

Rest In Peace HRH Prince Philip,

The Duke of Edinburgh,

Consort of the Queen,

You will be sadly missed by all that you have encouraged and supported,

May your legacy live on,

Scarlet Elf Cups

Scarlet cups left by an Elf,

Signs of magic left on the ground,

With sticks and leaves decaying on the woodland floor,

Laying there for insects to explore,

The wonder of mother nature occurs during the day and the night,

With the effects of moon and the sun light,

Where fairies come to bathe in the spring.

In an ancient woodland in England......