Swathed In Nature's Beauty
By skinner_jennifer
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Remembering that sense of
mystery, recalling woodland
swathed in wild childhood
memory;
amid flowing passage of
time, wondering if trill
congregation of birds are
gathered on bendy limbs,
branches appear to stoop
lifting nature's spirit; where
in copse symbol is blessed by
meandering stream;
this gentle splashing over
rocks, displaying reflected
ripple of sky gives ease in
sheltered atmosphere;
as late Spring's blossom of
Hawthorn alongside grassy
bank, resembles fair bride's
veil blown wispy on soft breeze.
I would again return to daisy
chains...while with friends,
imagining boarding our woody
dens – ships sailed beneath
tall trees and summer never
seemed to end.
Photo's my own.
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Beautiful memories of a never
Beautiful memories of a never ending summer - thank you for this Jenny. One small typo:
while with friend's,
imaging boarding our woody
friends
imagining
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"..where
"..where
in copse symbol is blessed by
meandering stream..."
Another beautiful reverie and accompanying pic. Delightfully done, Jenny. Paul :)
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Wonderfully done Jenny. There
Wonderfully done Jenny. There is no greater playground than the woods. I was fortunate enough to attend a primary school bordered by a strip of woodland which we were not supposed to enter but of course we did. Love, 'branches appear to stoop lifting nature's spirit'
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A lovely place pictured for
A lovely place pictured for young and old. Rhiannon
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daisy chains, didn't we all?
daisy chains, didn't we all? even us boys.
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Wonderful memories, Jenny,
Wonderful memories, Jenny, and so beautifully brought to life. There are certainly times now when I would love to build a woody den and escape there for a while!
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"boarding our woody
"boarding our woody
dens – ships sailed beneath
tall trees and summer never
seemed to end" that's lovely!
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For children there are few
For children there are few places more mysterious and exciting than a wood. Every tree and every small clearing is a source of intrigue and adventure. And every noise is that of a wild beast coming to eat us up until we see that it's only a rabbit or a blackbird.
I'm sure these words will stay in my mind for most of today...
I would again return to daisy chains...
If only we could.
Turlough
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Very lovely, Jenny. You are
Very lovely, Jenny. You are wrapped in summer's glory too.
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You excel when writing about
You excel when writing about remembrances and Nature in your inimitable style, Jenny, and your contributions are suitably rewards. Congratulations on another accolade
Luigi xx
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