Enchanted Wood
Enchanted Wood
When I went walking on that sultry day
Where the ancient sessile oak trees stood
And the rippling river ran by the way,
Where shifting sun-cast patterned shadows lay
And paths led me through that enchanted wood
When I went walking on that sultry day.
The warming season showed its rich display,
Drawing me deeper into that wild wood
And the rippling river ran by the way.
Entranced, along cool shaded paths I’d stray
By pale celandine and purple monkshood
When I went walking on that sultry day.
“Linger a while,” leafy whispers seemed to say,
And so I rested longer than I should
And the rippling river ran by the way.
In that warm enchanted place I’d stay
Beguiled by the paths of that magic wood,
When I went walking on that sultry day
And the rippling river ran by the way.
Barry Stebbings
Apr 2021
Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2021
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