Wander with Winnie

We wandered wide in ancient woodland

Small snowdrops shine among the binding wynd

With Winnie’s spirit; see she skips

And happy meadow memories shine

Inside the ageless dusk of eye

The eye inside – as night time chimes

Holds steady gleam of darkness time

And in amid the blackness looking at us

is the sparkling line of far stars light,

Orange, blue and emerald green

Flickering their colours at us

Only wild stars above the wood tonight

And look, look up, look

This one; this one is mine

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