Stones and Wood
I have walked in an land ancient with shadows
Green with magic, wreathed with mist
I have laid my hands to the stones of forever
Where the power of endurance exists
I have walked in the steps of the masters
Stood where they stood, seen what they saw
I have walked in a world that is thick with ghosts
I have felt them with reverence and awe
I have walked in a land that has long been tamed
Each hedgerow and field and tree
I’ve come home to a land that is wide and wild
Vast forests of green flowing free
So young, so wild, untouched, untamed
These titanic trees so bold
I love the stones, I love the wood
The new world, and the old
©Edwina Peterson Cross
April, 2004
1 Comments:
Wonderful, Winnie. My sentments exactly.
Hugs, Vi
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