Fairy Flowers Part One Poem by Tom Billsborough

In the valley of the Brock I slowly walked alone
Where willows dipped their fingers in the flowing stream
As we ourselves did once to feel its cooling flow
In years gone by with no thoughts of tomorrow.
Deciduous woodlands rear up the steep shades,
Below the stream deepens where we'd splash and wade.
I crossed a plank footbridge at that place, Waddecar.
Where the valley broadens and the sunlight's is brighter.
I followed a pathway now gridded with shadows
Weaving upstream as the river slowly narrows
And came to a place where a willow has fallen,
Its roots exposed like a surrendering token.
"I'll rest here a while in this deep shady hollow
The trunk of this tree will make a firm pillow."
The heat was oppressive and so tempting the shade
And the grass was quite dry in this little green glade.
I lay back and listened to the bird-songs above,
And the murmuring waters as gentle as love.
In these peaceful surroundings, I soon fell asleep.
When I woke from my slumbers the darkness was deep.