Enchanted Wood

Enchanted Wood When I went walking on that sultry day Where the ancient sessile oak trees stood And the rippling river ran by the way, Where shifting sun-cast patterned shadows lay And paths led me through that enchanted wood When I went walking on that sultry day. The warming season showed its rich display, Drawing me deeper into that wild wood And the rippling river ran by the way. Entranced, along cool shaded paths I’d stray By pale celandine and purple monkshood When I went walking on that sultry day. “Linger a while,” leafy whispers seemed to say, And so I rested longer than I should And the rippling river ran by the way. In that warm enchanted place I’d stay Beguiled by the paths of that magic wood, When I went walking on that sultry day And the rippling river ran by the way. Barry Stebbings Apr 2021