The Heelers Diaries

the fantasy world of ireland's greatest living poet

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Thursday, April 29, 2010

birth and dying

armies were marching
through the low lands in winter
when she ran through the fields
to her only love
 
bleak were the fastnesses
the hedgerows lonely
the wind took their whispering
and gave it the wilds
 
the wilds took their whispering
and made it a song
of dreams that are broken
and dreams yet to be
 
her footsteps returned
to the place of her growing
and she slept like an angel
though armies were marching

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