Deep in the heart of a friendly, dark wood <br />Where fox and badger safely play <br />Where the tall pines court the clouds above <br />There lies Deep Delven <br /> <br />Along the river, where the wild iris grows <br />And the otter fishes without a care <br />Where willow weeps and aspen trembles <br />Is the hidden path to Deep Delven <br /> <br />The ferns grow green from a leaf strewn bed <br />And squirrel hides his autumn hoard <br />But squirrel needs not to look far for cones <br />In the forest of Deep Delven <br /> <br />The sun shining high above the trees <br />Cannot reach their moss covered roots <br />Yet all is dry and warm; a twilight place <br />For older than time seems Deep Delven <br /> <br />It seems to know all there is to know <br />You can feel it's spirit laughing <br />At the crazy world running rings outside <br />The protecting forest of Deep Delven <br /> <br />Yet there's no sense of utter good <br />But no feeling of evil either <br />The place just is, and you are welcome there <br />In the peaceful place called Deep Delven<br /><br />Marilyn Shepperson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deep-delven/
