~The Price to Peep~

Rare sunlit beams catch flecks of shine
On the rocks where the Faeries play
Through all the passing of father time
There has now come this day
For if you lay in boggy peat
hold your breath … be still
You may see the Faerie Folk Festival

In this land of mountains and stormy skies
There are burns where faeries live
A word of warning to the wise
You’d best have plenty to give
For if they catch you peeping
the wee folk of the glen
There’s a high charge to watch ye ken

All the glorious sights you could ever behold
From when you were young til when you’d be old
Is shown on display for you, so I’m told
When you see the Faerie Folk Festival

But
You ‘ll not see again that gathering sky
Nor the craggy mountains aimed so high
For your sight will be lost to the wee folk so nigh
And ne’er your wanderings return

Up on the slopes of mountainous ground
where the weather closes in
There are pools where the faeries can be found
Making a terrible din
They cannae move the greedy man
And he’s is left to pitifully weep
He’s paid the price to the Festival for a peep!

adgray©2009

~The Price to Peep~

adgray

Frankston, Australia

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Another to the awesome art of PhotosEcosse
This is a bit of fun! (lol)
I hope you like the play on the location’s name!

The Faerie Pools, Isle of Skye by PhotosEcosse
I have to say though Barbara is queen of the brooding stormy sky and master of the warm damp colours of her land!
One day I’ll get my feet wet in the bogs too!
Chookas!

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