Not so far, insofar as then on yonder
Where stagnant intellect seldom does wander
Galloping freely, glad filly and colt
Near ancestor home of grim god’s own holt
They dance and they sing all night and all day
To do it once more, and in no different way
Tugging on beards and stealing from feasts
All in good fun, tease all men and all beasts
The ones who make light, are right to be sure
There are few who despise and are rather impure
The twigs of vile spriggan stretch outward to snatch
All festive fair faerie who saunter the patch
Sickie spawn hunt forlorn men, eld and fae
Flabbergasts stalk Odd Ones, so there is naught more to say
Though through their silly courts, the dark is at bay
Strange fortune and gifts from this world, should you stray
That brilliant gilt dawn and radiant hue
A druid’s dream dreamt under shade of old yew
© Sayer Teller

I totally dig this. I feel like I have been sucked into this dream to enjoy the green in all of its brilliant hues. Thanks for sharing this!
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The pleasure is mine, Dean
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Smiled the whole way through. It was fun to read aloud 😃 Beautiful read!
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Greatly appreciated!
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Beautiful work.
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Much appreciated!
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