Autumn, Bow Wood

No naughty airs the treetops ruffle.
Layered moulds our footfalls muffle.
Holly crouches low to snuffle.
Here’s a pile of leaves – let’s scuffle!
We lived on the edge of Bow Wood and took our dog Holly for a walk there every day.
We lived on the edge of Bow Wood and took our dog Holly for a walk there every day.