Come walk with me beneath the woodland canopy....

where satyrs roam and run barefoot....

 



 

and secret bluebells grow....

(except something kind of trampled them - maybe a mini bulldozer....or the rain)

 



 

next to the nymphs playing in the sun dappled pool....



 

and white blossoms flew in the wind....

 

 

I have more old romantic lines of blank verse but I think that's enough for one post!