This Woodland Place Poem by Jayne Louise Davies
This Woodland Place
Blackbird flies past old oak tree,
Grey clouds fill the morning sky,
Sodden leaves fill woodland path,
My special place,
How time goes by.
Soon the winter snows arrive,
Such beauty then will grace this land,
It makes you glad to be alive,
In this place so fine, so grand.
Jayne Louise Davies
A delightful poem, I walk around my local lake with its rows of London Plane trees one side and a mixture of ash, willow, aspen with brambles and blackcurrant bushes. Where wildlife thrives all year round.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/29/2025 12:21:33 AM # 1.0.0
Even when we aren't in such a beautiful place, our imagination can fly us there. Thank you, Jayne for sharing your special place with us.
Many Thanks Richard x I appreciate your comments!