Land of Forever Youth Part One
The story begins
a long long time ago
in the emerald isle
in the land
of forever green
one day while out hunting
Oisin who belonged
to an old Irish
ancient warrior tribe
called the Fianna
spied the most amazingly beautiful
young woman
long red glistening
golden flowing
in the sunlight
her hair
amazing beautiful
dazzling in
the sun's reflection
casting magically
in golden light
appearing like an angel
floating across the ground
on a white shining
silver ivory horse
the horse hit a cluster
of stones in the field
sending sparks flying
into the air
as she spoke
in a small soft sweet
voice sounding of music
plucking the string
of a harp
she began by saying
my father is the king
of Tir Na Nog
Oisin stepped forward
from the group of hunters
in order to welcome her
as their eyes met
sparkling beautiful his insides
in one glance
they fell in love
she looked at him saying
come with me
to Tir Na Nog
to the land
of forever young
Niamh pleaded
with her new found love
totally smitten
within a moments hesitation
Oisin swung up behind
the beautiful maiden
upon the back
of the white horse
together they
crossed the sea
to Tir Na Nog
having grown up
in the emerald isle
in the land
of the teddy bear
Oisin he was spellbound
in his eyes
it shone in sheer disbelief
such a beautiful land
ever existed
gazing upon this land
he was stunned
as his mouth
fell open in awe
dazzling beautiful
all around him
in this enchanting
magical land
they both built
a life together s
spending each day exploring
sitting upon the back
of thee white mare
their love grew deeper
in sharing such beauty
enchanting in every way
was her homeland
yet deep down inside
a small part of Oisin's soul
feelings of loneliness
such feelings
were unheard of in Tir Na Nog
in spite of all her efforts ,
Niamh was unable
to ease Oisin's loneliness
homesick one day
he came to Niamh
saying he desired
to visit his homeland ,
missing his family
also his close Fianna friends
she could not stop him
as his desire was to strong
she agreed to his pleas
she could not hold him back
saying on your return
to Ireland upon the white mare
what ever you do
never let your foot touch the soil
of the emerald isle
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