Wooded Dreams

Running through the dancing trees,
Streaming sun through foggy due,
The crack of twigs each step you take,
With beating heart, you make a leap,
Above a fallen branch which lies,
Dressed in Oak leaves wet and chewed,
A glisten from a spider’s web,
You come to pass at rivers shore.
A moment to reflect on life,
But gone as soon as it arrives,
You wade through foot by foot upon,
The riverbed where sand’s disturbed.
And life teems this way, that way too,
You clamber to the other side
A whistle tuned from birds above,
You leave the river, start again,
Through trees attacking branch by branch.
And nettles shrewd and glancing nips.
You run through windy, hollow green,
To where, you know not, neither care.
A tap of rain, you brush it off,
The darkness will be settling soon.
Lets run for just a little while,
And grasp each leap you have to face.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On 30th August 2007