Monday, 4 July 2011

Sent to Gatherer from geocacher StormyDown:

What did my imagination tell me in this magical place?

As the sunlight flitted through the tress
And whispered brightness onto the leaves
I felt the serenity of this magical place
And let the sunlight kiss my face

The gentle caress of the breeze
And the ripples on the stream
Was that the creature taking shape
Or was it just a daylight dream?

I watched the colours dance on the water
The reflection of Pip,who is my love's sweet dream
The memory of this place will remain
The scent. the sight, the sun, the name
 
with regards,
StormyDown

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