Wistman's Wood
wistman's wood
sun flows into Wistman’s Wood
as merry as a holiday
running its warm fingers
over trees and rock
waking fern and flower
whispering of places strange
visited as they slept
and sights ne’er seen by man nor beast
but from its flaming tower.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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