Puddles and pools of sunlight slide between the tree trunks
While shadows stripe the root strutted path
Somewhere above in the blue
A Kite swoops and scans for prey
Its forlorn cry cutting across the Blackbirds chatter
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 
Wow !
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Beautiful words so well composed
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Why a walk in the woods is so good for us.
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We need another 20 stanzas. Where does this path lead? Or come from? Who’s hunted? Who’s hunting? Ooh!
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Just lovely. I was there on the walk with you.
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Excellent! What imagery!
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