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.