Do not break my branches, do not destroy my soul,
Taking me from Formby would leave a gaping hole.
Do not saw my trunk, and do not break my heart,
I was here before you, right from the very start.
Under the apple tree and through the leafy hedge,
Over the rickety fences and under the window ledge,
There resides a family of fairies within a lilac bush -
Please watch your footing and make sure yo...
Hi, how are you — where have you been today?
Actually, don't worry, there's no time to say.
I'm so happy to see you, pleased you are back,
It's walkies, I see, as you shrug on your mac.
You talk to me...
I'm the intrepid hunter of the land, The one whose visit is never planned. I'm the agile climber of the trees, Bringer of death and hater of fleas. I may only be little but I stand tall, Predator of t...
Birds fly high, wondering where it is they will go,
Down misty paths and roads, winds softly blow.
A little boy toddles, collecting shells at the shore,
Periwinkles and cockles, and many others more.
We walk through the trees, across the winding bend,
Our laughter bites the wind, the coldness it does fend.
Casting pebbles to a lake, as light drifts beyond the shore, I call your name, but suddenly,...