In The Woods Of The Oak, And The Ash, And The Thorn Poem by Paddy J. P. Harris
In The Woods Of The Oak, And The Ash, And The Thorn
In the woods of the oak, and the ash, and the thorn,
Is the home of my ghost from the dusk till the dawn.
I am hearing the scream of the fox to her mate.
I am nestled with the mice, in the cracks of the trees.
I am stalking with owl, the wayfaring shrew.
I am swaying with the wind and the rain on my leaves,
And the moon that looks down on the whole sylvan crew.
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