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With over a week gone since Halloween there’s no excuse for this type of poem but yesterday I went walking in my favourite woods . Shinrin-yoku has a lot to answer for!
(To be sung in a screechy witch-like voice)
Thru the scary forest
chanting as I tramp,
higgeldy piggeldy wiggeldy woods,
tortured limbs and twisted boughs,
shaking leaves and quaking knee’s
and tumbling down and down’
‘Who goes there?’
I ask one tree (in a deep bearlike voice) wiping down my muddy knees.
But it doesn’t answer.
It’s too busy dancing to it’s own tune.
The inquisitive hen. 