Copse and Spinney

A Poem by Laura Acheson

                                                            “In This place with you” 

“I can never get tired of being in this place with you

You’re my brother and my friend.

We can talk all night long

on this bench, here in the moonlight.

We hear frogs, and whippoorwills, and listen to the crickets underneath this old oak tree.

I can lay my head on your shoulder and just be still,

till the dawn light passes over my face and wakes me.”