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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An empty space.... 