Wistmans Wood

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Wistmans Wood
Rain greeted my return to you,
The pain of not belonging wiped out like a tear on my windscreen;
Mild green laughter fell from the oaks;
Moss curled hands reached out, starred campion lanes held me.
My humble rainbowed tears overflowed: the rivers and granite soaked up the pain.

Poem By Rachel Burch
Wistmans Wood Is Near Two Bridges
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Date:
2007-05-23 00:00:00.0
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Photographer:
Wistmans Wood

Wistmans Wood

~
Wistmans Wood
Rain greeted my return to you,
The pain of not belonging wiped out like a tear on my windscreen;
Mild green laughter fell from the oaks;
Moss curled hands reached out, starred campion lanes held me.
My humble rainbowed tears overflowed: the rivers and granite soaked up the pain.

Poem By Rachel Burch
Wistmans Wood Is Near Two Bridges
Ref:
Date:
2007-05-23 00:00:00.0
Location:
Photographer: