Lynn Anne Brown Poems

'Irish Catholic Witch? ' you say.

'Yes' I answer.
'Sort of a Fairy God Mother,
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I remember
Just for a moment
Long Ago
I thought
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Three sacred songs the poet knows
One for Sorrow, One for Joy, One for Rest.
Each song three cords it braids
Into still another song or three
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I hear the drum call
I hear her call my name
I hear the drum call
I hear him say
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We are Tribe!
We said
Declared!
The words resound inside my heart
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Helper Elves, Angels and the Fay
Come in all sorts of shapes and sizes
Some as big and wide as tree's
Some as softly in the world
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To my fellow Elves
You'll know who you are
Because you smiled to yourselves
When I recognized
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The road was rough
The landscape had been torn apart
Demons were howling at the Doors
Winds were tearing at the edges
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Softly Falling
A blanket to Quiet
The Thundering Sounds
Of the Everyday Madness
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Worker Bee
Carefully Gathering
What is Needed
For the Future
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