Avalon

Where is the isle of Apples?
Its in Avalon, away
Over the tor are you sure
Really no one can ignore
To the land of the fae

Where pink and white frills dance
A while in april through to May
Its boughs decked in fruit of the gods
Sweet luscious fruit they say
Two halves of an apples
Rub it on a wart
Watch the wart fly skywards
Acidic thus its caught
Wonderful for magic wands
The apple wood anew
Flourishing with fragrance
And a tasty stew

It does things for the liver
And for the gums too
Eases tension headaches
Apple skin tea true
can ease rheumatic pain they say
Those that suffer so
Realise its energy
Which is why they grow

In rhe isle of avalon
The apple of my eye
The druids most holy symbol
Cerridwen’own cauldron
As seen from on high