A daughter of magick

a raven haired daughter of magick

bought a Martin and plays it for she

has a beautiful heart soul and spirit

and her musical  musings they be

taken from Nature and the forests

the sabbats the  moon and the sky

she loves going westwards

to Glasto,  to the  chalice gardens where she

is drawn to the Tor where ofcourse she is sure

her music just  flows effortlessly

 

at home at the  Henge with the Druids

there is magick around you most,  feel

plucking the strings of the  Martin

your music so wonderfully real

just keep  it going

its heavenly

Diana Cluck heard it, she

hearing your voice it was clear

So so at peace

just keep it  going

my dear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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