A short rhyme
Of eternal rain
By a poet
Who spent time
In an ancient wood
On a summer’s day.
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K Morris - Poet 
I hope the trees gave some shelter from the eternal rain.
They did indeed. Many thanks for your comment, Vivienne.
Kevin
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Thank you for sharing my poem, Michael. Kevin
Really? You had roamed one of the old forests, Kevin? 😉 Have you met Robin Hood? 🙂 xx Michael
Its called Spa Wood and is part of the ancient Great North Wood, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spa_Wood. I haven’t met any ghost, (whether Robin Hood or other phantoms). However owls and foxes are often to be found there. All the best. Kevin