Updated December 29, 2009
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Shadows of clutching branches,
woods filled with hidden menace,
heart pounding in fear
woods filled with hidden menace,
heart pounding in fear
with each crackle of leaves.
Fear on the way, but joy
at the end of the path.
A little white steepled chapel,
a gnarled, white haired man,
a gnarled, white haired man,
loving and kind - a friend.
A day spent making pudding,
feeding the rabbits.
The old man listening
feeding the rabbits.
The old man listening
to five year old chatter.
A bike with cheater wheels
given in love out of meagre funds.
Love, given freely
given in love out of meagre funds.
Love, given freely
without thought of return.
The trip home through the woods:
branches kinder, leaves muted.
branches kinder, leaves muted.
