The Spins of many yesterdays ago
In the greenwood grows a vine Around a blue rock as old as time Where man and woman first learnt their dance Chewing leafs, narcotic trance Visions of colourful scenes Where Painted Blue shaman had full moon dreams Warnings of famine, war and dreadful things In the greenwood grows a vine Around a blue rock as old as time..... Nessa sat forlornly but snuggled,in the great boughs of Matrona queen of Oak’s and forests.. That scatter the river banks deep in foliage, green, mixed with the reflections... Sign in to see full entry.