As I Ventured To The Wood

As I ventured to the wood, I stopped to draw on dewy air; let Droplets shimmer in my hair, that Rested on my tranquil head – as In a sense of cosy bed. As I ventured to the wood, A gesturing cuckoo perched above, And then in song with cooing dove, ‘You're welcome’, bade he, ’Enter please To roam our land with gentle breeze.’ As I ventured to the wood, A fallow deer of limpid eye Gave care to glance at lucky I. The heavenly aura 'bout her glow had Charmed me, like a fine Bordeaux. As I ventured to the wood, A dazzling flower waved her face In blazing show of dance and chase, and Reddened bright in shade of dawn, she Flirted like a prancing fawn. As I ventured to the wood, A butterfly had graced my arm, And knowing I bid him no harm, he Splayed for me hypnotic wing in Colours for to urge me sing! As I ventured to the wood, The radiant sun shone down on me. He flushed and beamed ‘I say to thee, You bless your land; be filled with pride, and Cherish e’er yon countryside! ’ Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009 All rights reserved Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature, Nature, nature,