Night of FaeriesA Poem by Mike WinegarA poem of the faerie folk at night.The morning finds the young lasses milking And the young lads in the fields cutting Rams, ewes, and lambs eat and grow fat. The hens lay eggs while the roosters are strutting. The sun rises up for his daily walk, Drawing the day across the sky. He takes his daylight with him to another place Because the moon's time is nigh. Evening falls across the heather They dance to music as old as time, Melodies and rhythms from long ago. Verses sung in ages long past, Songs only faerie folk know. They sing and dance under the moon and stars, As long as the night covers them about. But the moon and the faerie folk must go their ways For 'tis time for the sun to come out. Copyright 2011, William M. Winegar © 2011 Mike WinegarFeatured Review
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Added on July 18, 2011Last Updated on July 22, 2011 Previous Versions AuthorMike WinegarBluff City, TNAboutI enjoy writing and drawing as a means of expression and introspection. I like to imagine an image or setting and either write about it or draw a picture of it, usually while listening to music. .. more..Writing
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