POEM BY HATTER : MY MAGICAL HOME OF UNUSUALNESS

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ANCIENT FOREST PATH

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MY MAGICAL HOME

OF UNUSUALNESS

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Mystical and magical
A fairy glen of a place and then
With moss covered tree roots
Creating hiding places for wee folk
Torrents of water gushing
Over dark grit stone again
Relics of stone circles of yore
Another world
Soft mossy areas betwixt
Copses of giggling silver birch
Their leaves gently tinkling on the breeze
Between the purple heather glade
A gurgling stream runs smiles renews
Because we know …
Ye old mansion waits for the return
With weather beaten grit stone rocks for walls
Light dappled rooms outside in
My magical home of unusualness
Is waiting

Poem by Hatter

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