Poem -

A Place of Our Own

Underneath the Willow Tree you Sleep,

Away from your fairy bower where we meet.

Far away from home where we are,

may this be the place where we need to be.

The noises that we use to feel: silence and peace is where we kneel.

At home is where we make of thee,

Our own fairy bower where we will take heath.

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