Woodlands

Wistmans Wood, Dartmoor

Wistmans Wood, Dartmoor

Wistmans Wood

Rain greeted my return to you,

The pain of not belonging wiped out like a tear on my windscreen;

Mild green laughter fell from the oaks;

Moss curled hands reached out, starred campioned lanes held me.

My humble rainbowed tears overflowed: the rivers and granite soaked up the pain.
Poem By Rachel Burch
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