Bethalynn's Poem

Lady Bethalynn is her name
The Angel on high
Her beauty is pure and untamed
She has caused many men to sigh
Through the centuries she’s lived
Always present in the world’s eye

Her teachings are sound
If you’ll be willing to wait
Because she’s not one to be rushed
But don’t you dare be late
To her forrest home you must go
If you wish to learn something great

The Forest to which she lives
Is the Oak Ridges Morain
A land abundant with tree’s
A truly ruggad terrain
Runs the middle of Ontairo
And She does so love her Domain

She’ll teach you about the Creatures
That dwell upon this Earth
Creatures of the Night, and Light
Creatures who frighten most from Birth
Creatures who love the light and peace
Creatures who’s tales will fill you with mirth

She’ll teach you life’s lessons
From all her years
Experiance is in her eyes
And her voice will ease your fears
So pull up a patch of grass
And listen close, to the Seer of Seers

Bethalynn's Poem

becteri

Oshawa, Canada

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Angel on high hill
Come to me please
Tell me a tale
Teach me to cease
Each day a new
Each blessed crease

This is a poem about the mysterious Wise Woman Bethalynn, she has many names and is over 14000 years old. Many prefer to call her Lady Bethalynn, and yes she is infact an Angel

Bethalynn is a fictional character invented for the purpose of explainations, but I hope you enjoy her words anyway!

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