Under a full moon when the wind is still,
Voices of the past drift over the hill.
Through the Gorse and Grass; Willow and Yew,
You can hear the haunting voices calling you.
On the Rocks and Grass under Gorse and tree,
The ashes of lost loved ones lay eternally.
It was their choice of place to rest,
Safe in the arms of Mother Natures caress.
......
Fairies are not composed of all beauty and ethereal gossamer wings
That live in dark hidden glens and sing bewitching songs
It is whispered by those brave enough to roam mythical forests
You can often hear fluttering sounds
and chanting until the sunrise, bright and gold
I was said by the Gervase of Tilbury
They first resided in England its territory being large
Flew across the channel and settled quite nicely in Killarney
Upon hearing the legends of the splendid Irish lands
......
Old age isn't a hindrance
I found a better entrance
Jkkwwk
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Under a full moon when the wind is still,
Voices of the past drift over the hill.
Through the Gorse and Grass; Willow and Yew,
You can hear the haunting voices calling you.
On the Rocks and Grass under Gorse and tree,
The ashes of lost loved ones lay eternally.
It was their choice of place to rest,
Safe in the arms of Mother Natures caress.
......
Old age isn't a hindrance
I found a better entrance
Jkkwwk
Continue reading
Fairies are not composed of all beauty and ethereal gossamer wings
That live in dark hidden glens and sing bewitching songs
It is whispered by those brave enough to roam mythical forests
You can often hear fluttering sounds
and chanting until the sunrise, bright and gold
I was said by the Gervase of Tilbury
They first resided in England its territory being large
Flew across the channel and settled quite nicely in Killarney
Upon hearing the legends of the splendid Irish lands
......