Rising from my bed this morning,
To another beautiful day dawning.
The Ancient Forest comes to mind.
Hoping for adventure; secrets to find.

Walking out across the meadow,
Pondering on which way "we" would go?
The old kissing gate "we" passed through,
"We" stood spellbound; in awe of the view.

I cut an Hazel stick from the hedgerow!
As my brother Nick taught me so long ago.
Memories of the times we spent together,
The Ancient Forest; "we" once walked together.

By Jim Noond.