There was a time
\nWhen i would walk
\nThrough ashridge and might sit
\nDown beside a fallen tree
\nAnd think, just think a bit<\/p>\n
Quietly be reflecting
\nHopeful I might see
\nA deer or perhaps a muncjac
\nWho might come
\nand share with me<\/p>\n
They do you know
\nif you stay quietly
\nThinking seeing all
\nThey come
\nand they might stare a while
\nTrying to overhaul<\/p>\n
The senses they were given
\nIt has happened to me
\nJust look into their souls awhile
\nAnd really to be
\nIn touch sith their emotions
\nEye to eye a mind
\nClearly with such clarity
\nEasy to unwind<\/p>\n
Feel the breeze
\nand hear the sounds
\nOf the rattle of the boughs
\nOf the squirrels clambering
\nup the trunks
\nIn their purpose built towers<\/p>\n
Just a thought that came to me in the forest
\nOne day<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There was a time When i would walk Through ashridge and might sit Down beside a fallen tree And think, just think a bit Quietly be reflecting Hopeful I might see A deer or perhaps a muncjac Who might come … Continue reading