Like the dear face of a much loved friend
I know the boundaries of my land
For in those boundaries secrets lie
Hidden from the casual eye
Revealed to those with time to stand
And marvel at God’s plan.
I know the deep and tangled woods
Where deer paths lead me through
Beneath young boughs of beech and oak
Where brambles tug and dead leaves cloak
The narrow trails from whence they grew
To keep the secrets hid.
I know a place where violets hide
In delicate profusion grow
Where Spring’s pale sunbeams struggle through
And light their beauty, bathed in dew
Reflecting midst the thorns and briars
The soft pure light of Heaven
I know the fox’s secret place
And where the badgers dig
I see the place the buzzard nests
The tree where she prepares the neat
And bite sized pieces of the meat
To feed her hungry chick.
I know the place the fallow buck
Mingles with the shadows
Where roe deer graze and raise their young
Where fox cubs play and fight among
The bluebells in the warm bright sun
Unworried for tomorrow
And as I walk familiar paths
God’s glory all around me
I know the peace He meant for us
When first created from the dust
Creation given as a gift
Sign of His love and trust
Poem By, Judy Vowles
Images (c) RSPB
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