Secret place

               There is a field,

               Secluded by trees and bracken

               Upon a high hillside,

               High above the rooftops of a cottage 

               And singing stream -

               Memories of my grandparent's house,

               Encircled and protected 

               By the sand quarry wall 

               High upon the hilltop -

               Looking out towards the mythic

                Mountains to the west -


               Ancient tales-shadows and whispers 

               In the forgotten chronicles of time.


               A place of jousting knights

               And heraldic deeds -

               A scabbard in stone, waiting -

               Faery folk dancing in the dark

               Diamond sparkled night,


              Or the rendezvous of flower

              Laureled lovers- 

              Last lair of dragons -

              Final fight of some rebel band.



              Ancient tales- shadows and whispers,

              In the forgotten chronicles of time.



             The hill is steep and forbidding 

             I will not climb there -

             Maybe enclosed and hidden there,

             Lies the verdant pageant

            Of my lost youth  - 



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