Another ancient wood image, my favourite place to be.
the wood is at Walsingham abbey ruins, when the snow drops are out a lovely place to go to.
If when walking in the green,
Your step is light and your eye is keen,
And if you tread gently like a mouse.
You may see a tiny Hobbit house.
And if you do not stamp or shout,
And if the magic is about,
And if your eye is set on scan,
You may see the tiny little man,
If the magic's not your thing,
New wonders to your eyes I bring,
This little man can now be seen,
By sitting quietly at your screen.