Mystical Dreaming
May the distant voices of ancient times whisper soft words of wisdom to you




Whenever I look up the hill

I wonder if perhaps I might

See suddenly a shining knight

Winding his way from blue to green

Exactly as it would have been

Those many many years ago

Perhaps I might, you never know.





Away, Away

From men and towns

To the wild wood

And the downs

The stars are not afraid to appear Like fireflies.

The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.


What is this life, if full of care

We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to see, in broad daylight

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.



The rainbow buttons are from Bluehare Graphics

This site is a non profit making site, it's only intention to give pleasure to others. The woodland photo is by me, as far as I know all other graphics on this site are copyright free clip art. If you own the copyright of any of the graphics on here email me and I will either remove the image or give you credit for it. All quotations and extracts from poems on this site are taken from my collection of books, authors include AA Milne, and W H Davies. I do write my own poems go here to see them.