A Rural Idyll
He dreams about the way she flirts,
The smile she wears through every dance,
Her stamping feet and twirling skirts.
And wishes he had had the chance.
The horses plod along the road,
Uncaring of their heavy load.
A gnarled and ancient gypsy man,
Daydreaming in his caravan.
|Foxhill Wood Cardi and Thurlby Lane Beanie|
|Sheep Spinney Cowl|
|Mill Hill Spinney Dress|
|Old Blackberry Wood Beret|
|Wynnstay Wood Skirt|