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Down the sacred path

our journeys end,

Brambles wild and unforgiving

but the path our friend,

Stray from the path

tell me what do you see,

Venture deep in the undergrowth 

butterflies wild soaring free,

Crickets sing symphony’s

dragonflies buzz about,

The birds there are so many

toads they croak and shout,

Field mice scamper

and sleepy eyes gaze,

A stripy cat sunning

no mice chasing content to laze,

Let your breath out slowly

as you look around,

So quiet

afraid to make a sound,

Step back

but as you turn to go,

Five little rabbits

scamper off in a row,

Carry on down the path 

to the archway made of stone,

Who would have guessed peace and tranquillity

not five minutes from home….

 

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