who loves to wander
through open fields, tree-lined lanes
woods of tall, tall trees
reaching skyward.
She rides a pretend horse
canters, jumps and gallops
past houses leading to open countryside.
She feels free in the open air
meandering with no aim.
The fairy-ring of trees atop the hill
is a favourite playground.
I haven’t met this child
in a long, long time.
As she grew
she forgot to love the countryside
and the trees
she abandoned her play-horse
and bussed, or drove.
She forgot the exhilarated breathlessness
of running through fields.
Happily, I found her again today
as we slipped down muddy paths
in the January woods and
early morning light.
We found each other
among tall, tall trees.
© 15 Jan 20
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