Tir O'shee
C.C. Charron
Surveyor
In the land of Tir O'shee, where the fairy folk once danced,
Beneath the ancient oaks, in twilight's gentle trance.
Their laughter filled the valleys, their songs the whispering breeze,
But now the men have come, and claimed the land and trees.
The hills remember softly, the touch of fairy feet,
The rivers sing their stories, in melodies so sweet.
The stars above still twinkle, with secrets they have seen,
Of magic long forgotten, in fields of emerald green.
The fairy mounds lie silent, their doors now closed and still,
Yet echoes of their presence, linger in the hill.
The men who rule this kingdom, with iron and with might,
Know not the ancient wonders, that fade into the night.
Oh, Tir O'shee, your beauty, a tale of olden days,
Where once the fairies wandered, in sunlight's golden rays.
Though men may hold dominion, and kingdoms rise and fall,
The spirit of the fairy folk, will ever haunt your hall.
In dreams they come to visit, in shadows they remain,
A whisper of the past, in every drop of rain.
For though the world has changed, and fairy folk have flown,
The heart of Tir O'shee, will ever be their own.
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