Returning From The Land Of Youth Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

There was a time and place no smile was feigned.
Once there was neither change nor death
In the land where youth and beauty reigned.
Each joy was blessed in kindly merry breath

All colours bright and gemstones fiery
Each fear felt lightly, careless then to harm,
No rules or law too strict, no task too weary
Bright and quick the eye to every spell and charm.

This Isle of Apple Trees, the better Eden,
Where the fruits of life and joy were hung
All now wasted, it cannot come again,
Except in mind's eye and the lilt of song.

So Oisin journeyed back and touched the past
And all was lost in dissolution at the last.