Amid the Sylvan Shade

******This poem had special appeal to me in that a friend had brought up that I had a talent for poetry and he encouraged me to write more. I was very proud of this piece, which was written at one of my 'hideaways' where I find inspiration; nature poetry or what some call 'nature erotica'. This poem was anthologized, which makes me feel rather fortunate, since a publisher requested it among many other poets and great poems. I think I finally 'saw' what my friend had after it was officially published***** Amid the sylvan shade, the footpaths teem with wooded laugh, the sylph she giggles atop aerie slumber, tickled in soft-slender breeze; the nectar dews, meady-moss and carpet-leaves, juniper and berry-sweet breath She sings amid the sylvan shade nothing to do but sigh and dream her wanton-wistful way The glade whispers wishes (weening) tempered hush, echoed odes of faerie-tongue forgotten rhyme, But for the meadow and vale, aerie eagle cries, none has come but I; to sit and ponder, and listen ----- homage, amid the sylvan shade