The Bosky Wood

It won’t be long til you can go
Down in the bosky wood
To see a new year sprout again
With leaves in bud; hear birds’ refrain
Imbue the spring air good

Where lambs will jump up through the air
And Daffs blow on the breeze
Where life will rise up from the ground
To herald in the season sound
From hibernation’s freeze

And there above the canopy
The sun will start to climb
Up in the sky with greater strength
With warmth kept no more at arm’s length
By hailing in springtime

 

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Imagination

Let me take you to the woods
Just behind the garden fence
Up to the tree tops and the shade
To the clearings and glistening glade
Where the fairies and elves go thence

Step in wonder and in awe
And go where the pixies tread
With daisy chains to mushroom rings
With honeyed dreams of precious things
To view a magic world ahead

Go with openness of heart
With much trust and children’s eyes
A world beyond of make believe
A paradise to be conceived
Full of enchantment and surprise

Let me take you to the woods
Just behind the garden wall
Up to the tree tops and the shade
To the clearings and glistening glade
For spellbound stories to enthrall!