greenish grass tinged brown
soggy boggy
feet slide down
sharp poke in the back
a long thick branch
attack attack
a change of terrain
a mix of wet and dry
crispy leaves
hide the pathway to the door of green
where black cauldron like pots
hold tall dying reeds
a taught rope is home
to a solid swing
not sat upon for many years
hidden huts hold mysteries
pieces of another’s life
who I did not know
small buds pointy in shape
red pink and white
they have sprouted late
fallen trees trees too tall
nature is busy for sure
in every nook of the lawn
there is something to explore
and as I sit beside an ancient oak tree
the stillness that surrounds me
helps me to see
that finally I have found
my happy place
my home a place where I feel I belong.
An enjoyable read. Thank you.
Feels and reads wonderfully, I love trees
I think a lot of time spent here in your youth?
It sounds delightful.