A break from the pirating. A poem instead.

The Storyteller glen

This is the forest, the stream, the glen

the place where the water, it moves and bends

Where the fairies from the dark of night

come to hide, to spread wings of flight

This is the place, the magical home

where the deer is seen with dancing gnome

to the simple human, with its untrained eye

the whisperings here are dreams gone by

Search the forest, the glen if you must

for the gnomes, the elves, the fairy dust

Search the water, that moves and bends

for the magic, and glitter of unseen friends

If you follow the flow of land ahead,

and chase the light until it's end

there you will find in magical glow

a place that all the fairy tales go.

By: Angelique S. Anderson

8/07/15