Short Dryad Poems

Oak tree dryad plays a melodic tune on her flute
Dancing like a faerie, although she is a nymph
A bright blue sky welcomes her song with a smile
She feels appreciated and beloved, as usual...

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My heart has sought your mystery
guardian dryad, ivy tressed tree,
other worldly mound and ley;
long I’ve searched the fair Sidhe.

Here, found I the ancient long bone,
the knurled hawthorn, the Druid’s home.
Sheltered, shrouded, and overgrown
within St. Cyril’s grave well come.

At last, at last my longings free,
and I can dwell a time with thee
A time, past time, with all the wee
Before the banshee calls to me....

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