A Woman of Nature

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Chased flowers wilt before my lovers bower,
Wild curling grasses soften bare foot tread.
Mountains mystery mist entwines her passage forth,
As playful sunbeams gurgle in the brook.
Ancient Nature draws the city’s grasping hold,
Child of spirits freedom where she roams.
Dark inviting homes within the mother oak.
Dappled sun-rays forms her leaf strewn cloak.
She hears the murmurs, chants and spells,
That hover hiding massive stones.
Barrows burrow woodland rabbits homes
Memories just as fresh as cut grass smells.