Poem_Carmen Reed

“Silver Birch Forest

The evening breeze sings the forgotten songs
Of ghosts of nymphs ‘tween silver birches there.
And beams of moonlight fall on grassy lawns:
A pearly cloak e’erywhere the eye sees fair.

So many gentle dawns took care to kiss
Along the flowered, verdant forest floor.
In this blessed land so filled with matchless bliss,
Upon golden and rose-pink blossoms which it wore.

Every visitor that stumbles here
Stops to see the flowers near,
And stoops to pick some strawberries
In the meadows, for their families.

By Carmen Reed”