It clear blew me away
\nTo the islands of fae
\nWhere the white maidens
\nDance
\nIts one great Celtic chance
\nTo see with my eyes
\nThe ultimate prize<\/p>\n
In the forest of Thorn
\nWhere green mosses adorn
\nThe silvery papery bark of the birch
\nAnd where toadstools embrace
\nAnd tenderly chase
\nThe fae on their way
\nAt the end of each day<\/p>\n
A number do stand
\nAnd no fairer band
\nOf mosses and toadstools
\nThere be
\nAlways an abundance of birds
\nIn the woodland
\nTwittering significantly<\/p>\n
A bringer of promise
\nAt imbolc we see
\nThe great light returning
\nWhere every tree
\nAccepts the honour
\nAnd joyfully tries
\nIts new leap of faith
\nUp into the skies<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It clear blew me away To the islands of fae Where the white maidens Dance Its one great Celtic chance To see with my eyes The ultimate prize In the forest of Thorn Where green mosses adorn The silvery papery … Continue reading