
The willowy willow is her shield
The chanting birds are her eyes
She is the lady of the copse
Mother to the wise
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She is hidden
but in sight
for those who dare
to peer into the light
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Her appearance
reflects what you desire
but be warned
for the impure it may be dire
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She will give you answers
to what you seek
but in a riddle
challengingly oblique
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For those who listen
wisdom is bestowed
With this secret knowledge
we discover our road
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She is
all seeing, all knowing
Our Lady of The Copse
with her we are not forgoing
Nice rhyme
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Thank you π
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You’re welcomeπ
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Oh WOW Stuart. So exquisite. This is SO beautiful. You have knocked me out with this one.
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Thank you! Glad you liked! π
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Beautiful!
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How beautiful………Love the title (lol)!
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profound!
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Beautiful π
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Wonderful poem ππ
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Thank you! π
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Poetically well said
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Thank you π
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This is expressively lovely……
May I ask, what is a “Copse”? Inquiring minds would like to know?
Thanks!
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Thank you
A copse is a small group of trees π
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Excellent thank you!
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