Down by the green glen's river
down by the bluebell woods
where the willow branches shiver
in the tall oaks neighbourhood
close by the pixie dell
where the fairies dance and play
that's where you'll find the beauty
of the unicorn at bay
Oh, through the morning glory
as the mists begin to clear
you can smell the flowers and woodsmoke
from the hermit's cave that's near
you can sometimes hear him singing
some strange lilt that no one knows
as he makes the magic crystals
in the kingdom Avalon.
What a way to bring to life the dream of every little girl. A place for pixies and unicorns. Very beautiful. Always & 4ever, Grace
This takes me away to another time and place, one that I love. Great write, Charlie.
Oh My Goodness! This is one of the greatest poems I have read to date.The beautiful images of the river and I could almost smell the woodsmoke. As for the hermit, well, let him be because he seems to know exactly what he is doing in his cave of poetry. You've blown me away with this one. I don't know if you are aware but there is a river near me called the river'Biss', and there is an opening at one point between Bradford On Avon and Trowbridge, this is called 'Biss Mouth'.It is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen.Tall trees surround, And such an atmosphere.Thankyou for the reminder.If you want the truth, on my way home from work today I was contemplating this place before reading your excellent poem.How strange the order in nature.Love Duncan
Ah, Avalon---- my favorite 'place' in the world. Does it really (or still) exist? You make me wonder...........lovely, mystical poem. Linda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enchanting poem, which conjurs up a lovely fairytale woodlands. Very nice. Thank you Gyp's