She dances at the water’s edge
\nWillow her cascading arms
\nSuddenly her magick speaks
\nAn elegance of worldly charms<\/p>\n
Her fashion sense seems all prevailing
\nHer symmetry was never failing
\nA real enchantress who doth share
\nHer bonniness and graceful air<\/p>\n
The music of the rippling stream
\nThat casts a light fandango dream
\nOut into the world at large
\nA kaleidescope of camouflage<\/p>\n
Fertility the catkin kiss
\nPollen sense akin to bliss
\nAttracting bumbles on the wing
\nNectar has that honeyed ring<\/p>\n
Sitting by her all the day
\nSharing with her every sway
\nOf triviality she bestows
\nAs inch by inch upwards she grows<\/p>\n
Her reflection is mine too
\nNO 4 was Oghams view
\nMonthly rhythms turn aside
\nthe moon in whom she does confide<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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