The Way Through The Woods

Whenever Mike takes the dogs out, he always takes his camera - you never know what you will come across.  A couple of days ago he took our boys in another direction and came across this overgrown footpath. He thought it would make a pretty shot.  As soon as I saw it I immediately thought of a poem I had known and loved for years.  You know me and poetry - it is something I care for deeply.  I particularly like anything of a mysterious nature.  A picture in words where you can add any story that you might wish .   So, I thought I would share it with you today.

Here is the picture and following is the poem:-

 

 

The Way Through The Woods ~ Rudyard Kipling.

They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago,
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few.)
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods....
But there is no road through the woods

 

Mike also came across these two beautiful creatures

 

 

There is such beauty, even in the ordinary, the everyday.  It is there just waiting, when we take the time to look.

***Postscript - Our friend Sandra is feeling very low at the moment due to a bereavement.  We all have times in our lives when we need that little bit of extra support, so if you would like to leave her a message please visit:-

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