What do you see Poet?

What do you see Poet? I see an apple crisp morning Tumbledown fields, buttercup bright Falling to the water meadows on Beaulieu River I reach for a pen dipped in the well of legend Lifting the veil to take me where I wish to go ~ Where a pinafore Alice skips through the fern grass Searching the hedgerows for the White Rabbit In the hush of evening I hear the hoof falls of fantasy beating on the dust road Over Denbury Hill and down to Middle Earth ~ I hear the wild wind crying, shrill down the chimney piece Run for comfort to the skirts of mother love I see a caravan of pack horses laden with brandy barrels Hear the jingle of harness, the call of the Night Riders ‘Watch the wall my darling while the gentlemen pass by’ ~ I see a downy glade deep in the woodland Where small winged creatures dance in the starlight Where Oberon and Titania hold court under the peeping moon What do you see Poet? I see a long ago England. Please note: ‘Watch the wall my darling while the gentlemen pass by’ is a quote from Kipling's Smugglers Song