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
AS
