The ancient spirits of Great Britain 🇬🇧

The ancient spirits of Great Britain 🇬🇧 

To the woods is where I'd gone,
For a better connection without my phone, becoming one with nature and soul,

There I feel a magical energy,
Among the willow
and the oak trees,

An energy boost to the very mind heart and soul, Sitting on the magical soil of earth, with legs crossed, Wrists on knees, With eyes closed,
& my mind at ease,
In and out slowly I breathe,

Connecting mind heart & soul with the nature & woodland spirits of ancient & old,

At one with earth, & the air.

Breathing in & softly inhaling the divine pure aroma of the mystical forests of this ancient Great Britain,

That overflows with the yesteryears of magic mystery & spirits of ancient & old,

I hear battle cries & the sound of clashing swords,
I hear the cracklings of camp fires,
And stories of soothsayers queens & kings of ancient & old,
I can smell the lushes aroma of wild boar cooking,

I can almost taste it,
With apple too,

I hear harps playing,
Both men & woman gently singing,
To the divine sound
of a heavenly harp,

The spirits come closer to me,
They've built up a trust in me,
Write their tales in poetry,
Is what they say to me,

& return again I must they say,
& they'll play the harp whilst I recite the poetry.  
© by Vincent Von Ellesmere 2019.