In ancient woodland this child roamed, lost in nature, briar & loam. Mapping clearings, badger setts, the places where the deer had slept. Picking berries hops & flowers, lying under stripling bowers. Until evening's amber gloam, with twiggy hair racing home.
Joined Twitter and began trying writing prompts with vss365. Challenging for me not to expand on the story and my adventures in our wood as a child.