Poetry Blog by M.C. Newberry (woodlands)

WOODLANDS FOR SALE

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...

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