sléibhte

gravel roads and music rings

moonshine round the flame

morning mist that cools

a valley never tame

she travelled other lands

but blue mountains were her home

in honeysuckle winds 

no more need to roam

the trees are full of stars

crickets sing their song

she is this air she left

the air that

makes her strong

 

 

 

 

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