As I walk through the small copses of birch trees
I see the land opening up to fallowed field
traversing on and on i am not alone.
That shadow feels ever present.
The path in front of me becomes a crescent.
The bees are here !
I have no Fear!
For perhaps that shadow is in descent
I stop and check, Yes i am alone.
In this Valley the will not Yield
So with a spare day , i spent it walking round Heaton Park, then Sculpting the lawn from the wild field it had become will post pictures later
It is the week most Holy
Celebrating the the sacrifice
of a man whom change the world
His teachings caused led the Romans strife
his followers listened and believed word.
On the Jewish festival so Holy
![IMG_0138[1]](http://ganryu.co.uk/wp/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/IMG_01381.jpg)
I was messing about with a previous doodle
![IMG_0137[1]](http://ganryu.co.uk/wp/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/IMG_01371.jpg)