Title: 18052009
Hidden in the emerald fields,
amongst the flowers and fairy rings,
sleep in the craddle of the wisps,
and here the merrow sings.
See the banshee,
tears of amber,
Like the fairy,
trying to remember.
Don't get caught by the grey kelpie,
you reap what you sow,
you sow what you reap.
Trifle not with yonder selkie,
carried away you might be.
