and ... as the questor's sword descendedthe trees heard a voice shout out loud
'it's ok ... your secrets safe with me'
and ... there on the hedgerow
A wondrous golden Butterfly
Hovered about the hidden star
deep in the hedgerows it lies
Within its safe port in the storm
In readiness for its safe return
Back in the crest of the family arms
Where she truly belongs ......
-- Matthew JAMES --
