Cropton Forrest

My son of four
Took and showed to me
On that magical walk
Things I'd never see
If I'd walked
On my own
I'm so glad
I wasn't alone
A witch's broom
An ostrich claw
Rhinoceros tracks
And so much more
We saw wondrous things
Wherever we went
And all so close
To our pitched tent
His older brother
Couldn't see
But we both could
Young Luke and me

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