Walk in The Woods

I went for a walk in Broughton woods after lunch at mothers today, had a jolly game of hide and seek with a pair of squirrels. Alas I was unable to catch them (gave up after straining my neck up the tree tops for half an hour ).
Arrived home and decided to watch a program on Thomas Hardy, fascinating and inspiring, so I thought I would put one of his poems up to go with my picture of the woods.

The Wanderer by Thomas Hardy

There is nobody on the road
But I,
And no beseeming abode
I can try
For shelter, so abroad
I must lie.
The stars feel not far up,
And to be
The lights by which I sup
Glimmeringly,
Set out in a hollow cup
Over me.
They wag as though they were
Panting for joy
Where they shine, above all care,
And annoy,
And demons of despair -
Life's alloy.
Sometimes outside the fence
Feet swing past,
Clock-like, and then go hence,
Till at last
There is a silence, dense,
Deep, and vast.
A wanderer, witch-drawn
To and fro,
To-morrow, at the dawn,
On I go,
And where I rest anon
Do not know!
Yet it's meet--this bed of hay
And roofless plight;
For there's a house of clay,
My own, quite,
To roof me soon, all day
And all night.