Wind Field Zephyr

What breeze once calmed that summer heat,

In swaying fields and fairy fort,

No Heavenly host had more delight,

a Daughter born, that summer night.


Finbar took you for his bride,

Intuition being his guide;

Enchanted years past like that breeze,

Love and joy traced by degrees,

Delight, now yours, share as you please.

By: Alan, Age 62, Wicklow

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