[Soaring Feather]

Tell Me A Story of

kaleidoscopes grand
of many colours run together
in a light band
of little people in the Erin Land
dressed in green and pointed shoes
humming merry songs grand.

Afternoons spent in the reeds
watching dragonflies sweep and seed
the dragon ponds in far off land
and rainbows ending in a pot of gold
maidens sporting long braids of curls
knotty tree stumps with little nails
driven in by little folk not yet in their teens
of laughter and moonbeams on a midnight trail.


Ah, Johnn, tell me a story from this great land.

[Soaring Feather]