Blackbird flies past old oak tree,
Grey clouds fill the morning sky,
Sodden leaves fill woodland path,
My special place,
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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.
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!