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Spring at Hembury Woods, Devon
by John Van der Kiste

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As the rainfall yields to sunshine,
Dappled light pours through the beeches.
The daffodils have had their season;
Now is the time our violets, anemones come forth.
Once again, April’s buds awaken.

‘Tis always the time for the river Dart,
Rolling, singing, sighing, roaring down her waterfalls.
Animals and birds come out to play -
Squirrels scamper up the branches,
Blackbirds brag, trill proudly from tree to tree.

Listen. Is there not magic underfoot and overhead?
The floating symmetry of being –
The theatre of a thousand years –
While these woodlands stand and watch,
Untouched, unseen save by you and I,
Unbowed, witnesses to the past,
Unsullied, witnesses to the future.

All around, these woods grant sanctuary to the traveller,
Protection to the peaceful,
Salvation to the soul,
An ever-changing, yet unchanged tapestry,
Self-stitched, self-created,
That opens the door on a world of its own.

Written in April 2002 after a walk in the woods, on the edge of Dartmoor, Devon, UK

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Reviewed by Freada Dillon (Reader) 5/6/2002
A painting so vivid I can see it before my eyes, as well as hear it. "Proud blackbirds" indeed. Where I grew up we had JayHawkers that rioted the oaks, with always a CatBird atop to espy the local cat popolation.

Makes me want to visit the land of my ancestors. My mother swears we are decended from Alfred the Great. I rather doubt that. However, one of the lesser royals (perhaps a bastard son) could be lurking high up my family tree. One never knows.
Reviewed by Kristian Mahrling-Harding 5/5/2002
great write, sweetie,
i'm hoping to visit soon..i'd like to see Dupath Well(which i researched for a faery poem) and well as Sussex, where one of my friends live.
my first stop will be around i will definately see a bit of the UK.
i wonder if i will want to come home????hmmm.
thank you for showing a bit of what i have to look forward to. it sounds lovely.
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 5/5/2002
Nice imagery!!!!!

Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Masarat Daud (Reader) 5/5/2002
Wow, I'd die to go through that beauty!! :)
Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader) 5/5/2002
Enchanting walk--beautiful write...