The Woods

The road through the woods seemed shut

Both whether and rain are it again

By now you would never actually know the terrain

Before the numerous trees herein

All I remember was a path through the woods

It has been the coppice and health

At this time only the keeps can see

Of ring dog and dove broods

The baggers also seemed to roll at ease

All I remember was one a road in the woods

At this time, if you approach the woods

Late in the evening of summers

A time that night airs seem so cool

You can hear various disturbing beats of beasts

Still where is that road through the woods?

Now   you can hear horse feet

Swish skirt can be head in dew

As if they perfectly knew

All the los roads in these woods

Unfortunately there seemed to be no roads in the woods.