On wenlock edge.

About wenlock hedge I stroll the soft green glade the burdened grass beneath my sodden feet sheds it's dew, vaulting as I drift by relieved of it's teary load.

Within wenlock hedge I catch the yellow hammer verse timid yet playful among the guarded thistle thorn.
I sense the burrowed buck scuttle within the labyrinth beneath the field, the hayrick breeze whistles scents of wonder, and heightened love.

Beneath wenlock hedge were my love reaches my side her touch so welcome ,wanted as my next breath of life.
Her warmth shelters my thoughts from the encroaching shadows within ,I can be no safer in life than I now am.

Above wenlock hedge camberwell beauties dance  with pattern as deep as the flicking coppice fire,
Our desires have no place behind brass latch and family scorn, we are now one, entwined has the ivy hold, vulnerable, without care without cloth or shade.

Within wenlock hedge my love bore us a son so rare so loved as a Mothers needed kiss.
Blessed is he with the bluest eye's to see life's beauty and natures touch.

From wenlock hedge we cradle our son he slumbers content against his mothers breast,
all his life may he be safe, with no harm ,for he is the only one alive on this fragile Earth.