New Forest Poetry and Writings

31-01-2015 (Dearleap Enclosure, Ashurst)

We reach the gate
The dogs first, they wait,
Then I.
We turn
And retrace our steps
Looking at the forest from a
Differing angle.
Heading back
On a heading of
‘back’
To where we had started out
But, with variations
As we went.

The dogs first
Then I.