The Greenwood Gate
(c) Jeanie Kirkby 2006
Step this way, and follow me;
A path leads down between those trees.
Towards a forests dank and dour
With leaf mould strewn about its floor.
Come, follow me through yonder door
Wherein you’ll find great views, I’m sure,
Which nature gave to you and me.
Her visions framed in every tree.
It’s free of charge; there are no fees
Through this green tunnel where you’ll see
Mirrored reflections on rippled ponds?
Or magic tap of magician’s wand?
Come; take in views that cost no more
Than sitting here upon a floor,
Of dappled shaded greenery;
With grass and moss as your settee.
Windflowers dance upon the floor,
As you step through the wooden door.
This links the outside world to here,
A place for calmness no more fear.
Wildlife abounds within this bower.
I’m sure you’ll browse for countless hours
In contemplative solitude,
Find peace at last in this green wood.
You’ll find out soon in quick point rhyme
How flowers in the forest will dance in time
To every heart beat that you drum
Knowing that here…. His kingdom’s come.