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Poetry from within

A Few Steps from the Road

I breathe the smell of moistened green

Twisting, tangled undergrowth neath

Dripping canopy of shadow- light; as

Foxgloves pierce through, spear like

On single stems of royal bells, deep

With nectar for searching bees.

A Chiff Chaff greets me repeatedly

Calling of its identity; a Robin trills

Voices of cyclists filter then disappear

As I pause on the soft absorbing path

Self-Seeking in this woodland; who am I?

With lake side edge; a whisper away.

Jan Hedger

FootNote: One of my poems from the Poetry by the Lake workshop day - run by Arts Connection - led by Fiona Collins at Lake Vyrnwy