As a child small, a satchel on my back
Always filled with book and pen, keep my thoughts on track
Eyes now like a camera lens, taking all view in
Story now unfolding, to share with all, begin
Skipping down the winding lanes, disguised by trees of height
A place of perfect picture, hidden out of sight
Little brambles over grown, a nest for many furs
Little noses do peak out, as I walk alone
Tickling nose, aromas fill, the next part of my walk
Scents of many do entwine, flowers, hanging stalk
Ideas now flowing through my mind, each blink it captures all
I’ll find somewhere to start my words, so you can sense it all
Up ahead a perfect spot, a little wooden log
Out it comes my book and pen, my words I write a lot
Then a story does emerge, a title I must think
There it is before me now, my story from one blink
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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