Where Fairies dance to the Spirits tune

Where fairies dance to the spirits tune

Plunder the Glen, our dear Fairy Glen,

Where serpents hiss out loud, like,

Watchful guards o’er a bountiful bond!

Keep ever quiet to hear the creaking tales,

Of spirits weaving in and out of shadows,

Whispering their past in drunken mourn.

A worth of skilful touch to bubbling air,

That made the Fairies bent with glee,

And whisked off their feet in giddy spree,

Whilst glowing a faint flickering light,

As they brushed past the stillness of the night,

It’s still going on century on and on and on

Poem by Bryan Yorke dated 14th April 2015

(Haworth (A worth), Bentley (Bent with glee), Whisked (Whiskey)