Woodland wonder, no dark forbidding forest here
This a place of light and greenery, a playground for prancing deer
Quiet paths devoid of obstacles
Make my journey pleasant
As I take in all that surrounds
Like delicate leaves and golden pheasants
But alas I shall need return
To my abode enclosed
And await the coming again of such green scenes
When lockdown is deposed
Padre
Padre's Ramblings 
Excellent, Padre. It’s almost as if you know my chosen woodland. And I, too, long to return when lockdown eases (hopefully in time for the bluebells)
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I really like this piece.
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“This a place of light and greenery, a playground for prancing deer” in the poem suggests pleasant environment full of vegetative memories. Simply nice!
Your poem portrays
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