The cross in Shillito Wood is a well-preserved example of a simple wayside cross set in its original location on a route across formerly open moorland. It is unusual in that it includes an integral shaft and cross head but is generally similar in appearance to its partner on the opposite side of Fox Lane. It also lies outside the two main areas of distribution for wayside crosses.
The Cross, The Tree _ Your Heart, Is Free
Standing Tall, Watching Over you with Delight
A Life with many things, is not a life of fulfilled
How many rings do you hold, or to be told
Life can end so short, lets count the rings
Wonder into the wood, getting lost but always at home
Thy Might who stands with us
Brown, like autumn falls
We are not alone, nature is with us
Green moss, ready for the frost
Along the path of life and mystery
The cross hides in the shadows of our minds
An horse is man's great companion
White feather that always falls, white feather can teach us all.
Cracks in the wood, makes textures seem great, cracks in the mind can feel a battle we always undertake
Purple is my name , beauty is my game
I hide in the shadows so you cant see, I hide meadows for us to eat.
Spider, moths and all things small , making the world stand up tall
Highway to the path, like cars at the night, on we travel to only delights
Lets not forget these little guys, they are small but always for our eyes, you eat with your eyes
1 mushroom 6 or more, only nature that provides them all.
Looking down only for a smile, cute and mighty, we ponder for a while.
Dark night, scary trees, am home
Clone, Cone, they are many, known, showed they are plenty.
We start from the the seed, we grow and show we only want to be seen
How many paths do we take - One mind to choose - lets for facilitate ones mind to be free like the path we seek
Slow flow, like the wind, slow flow like the mind. If you find that flow _ Keep it
What makes the dark , dark, only the mind if not bright to see the dark.
Details of life, is only how intense you want to make it. Intense of the heart is love that only wants to make it