Woodland Walks
the footpaths that stretched
out of sight until never
the parched ground and grasses
when miles seemed forever
wild garlic, the nettles
the heat and the heather
the flies that would zizzzz
past our ears to wherever
the bees in the foxgloves
collecting their treasure
the midges that danced
in a group all together
the butterflies that zigged
and then zagged for good measure
the dandelions drifting
on the air at life's leisure
the long lost hot summers
full of fun love and pleasure
- I remember those walks
and the woods
and that weather.
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