Poetry Blog by M.C. Newberry (woodlands)
I dare to dream my favourite dream
And I see my Holy Grail
Whenever I pass the sight of a sign
That says "Woodlands for Sale".
By a West Country road or Scottish loch
It offers a personal heaven,
A refuge from a tiresome world
In the highlands or dappled Devon.
I drive on by yet always look back
As the green hued mansions pass,
Their secret pathways tempting...
Monday 22nd May 2017 4:56 pm
- 2017 (1)