GOING HOMEA Poem by Eagle CruaghWe watch as the wee people dance and sing. We`re coming home.....GOING HOME
Baby sister squeals with joy
As she dances in the field of foii
Mama sings , The Pipes are Calling
While all the Wee ones flee
To further silver thorn
Oh, can you hear them
Shrill little voices
The trill of pipes
Can you hear ? Listen !
Listen, there ! That sound
Little old man so ancient
Sitting on a fairy mound
No finer gentleman will
E`re be found
Shoes with tassels bright
Holding his sides with all his might
He watches all his little kin
Skip and dance with glee
Shhhhh ! Quiet ! Don`t disturb
We`re the dark and they`re the light
Sun sinking , day is done
Little people live as one
I could watch them all day long
For they are we and
We all are one
----- Eagle Cruagh
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