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A reflection on what Ireland was once like, millennia ago...

Erin's Cloak

Fdf5205c-8b5b-4da8-a6dc-63fe28d680a9by Billy J. Stewart30 Dec 2013

Once, in an age gone past,
In season's journey,
They stood tall.
Erin's forest of virgin beauty
Where bear and wolf and elk reclined,
There, in the light of another time.
Deft were the feet of the four-legged travellers,
Brought from an endless distance to the edge of the woods,
Over causeway of ice.
These were the velvet shadow-lands of dusk,
Beguiling in pure innocence.
Magic corridors of enticement,
Stretched under canopy of spindle-fingers,
Reaching to Heaven.
Such a kingdom joined the northern cliffs
To southern shores.
There in the stirrings of autumns fall, 'neath mighty boughs,
Danced the Creator spirit of a secret garden.
Here was heard the whisperings of creation,
Wrapped in the hem of Erin's Cloak.