| Poetry, songs and pagan writing |
| Urisks As i walk through the woods i can hear them hear them run and play and laugh happiness everywhere sparks of colour and light but none staying longer than a second none showing their face Darting around the lilt of their laughter like water falling over pebbles in the burn dancing over the cairn and floating through the leaves I know they're there but i cant be sure tiny feet skipping through the sunlit crags i know you're there, oh Urisks of the woods September 2000 |
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