Still working on the second book. It is slower going than the first, but getting faster. At nine poems now of a projected 50. Thought I would share the latest.
Deep in the woods an old chimney peaks out of a clearing. The only remains of an old manor left to fallow. Twenty paces from the chimney is an entrance to a relic of a distant age, an old hedge maze. The upkeep is impeccable. Is it fairies, ghouls, imps, or goblins or something more simple and mundane responsible? Does it matter? If a magical creature or mortal man trims the hedges when you find yourself lost in the center of the maze?
David Huzzard Writes 