I am at Peace
they come with offerings, various talents, and mirth
Congregating on holy ground, in middle earth
Their determinations is noted, their unity is keen
No room for pettiness, bullies or anything in the least mean.
They are a united front, seeking spirits from the magic tree
There is an agreed silence, that comforts and gives hope to me
I am a McCormick, from a long line of witches who never cease
Sighs come from my heart upon approach, I am at peace.
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