She is the witch one in ages past they would burn at the stake
They should have known better this was a big mistake
But for what she is a Goddess of reasons
With a sixth sense and a knowledge of the seasons
She knows how to cast wonderous spells& do good
She is but a helpful soul that wears a hood
For all those who do not understand her
She is but a witch that works with the land
With herbs & crystals elements earth air wind & fire
She will conjure up all your heart’s desires
In the height of the Solstice & rising hunter’s moon
She thanks the powers that be until noon
She has been bestowed a special gift
One that most think as a myth
This wonderful witch so misunderstood
This gentle soul that wears a hood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem