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Once Grainne lived on the hillside,
A girl with wild dark hair.
And they said she healed those sick with care,
With the herbs she found
In the fertile ground;
She knew all that flourished there.
Once Grainne walked on the hillside,
With the wind in her long dark hair.
And they say she met with the Huntsman there,
Who came in the night
Like a swan in flight,
And saw that she was fair.
They heard her cry out on the hillside.
No human child did she bear.
And he grew like a stag with wild dark hair,
An elfin boy, the Huntsman’s son
Who lived as one
With the hawk and the leaping hare.
Once Grainne lived on the hillside,
Now there is no one there.
And they say one night when the stars were bare,
The Huntsman came like a swooping swan,
And carried off his Elfin son,
And the girl with the wild dark hair.
Gail Kavanagh
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Wow, what an introduction to the Gypsies for me. Your poetry leaves my imagination whirling.
Bo
Comment by Barbara March 24, 2007 @ 1:06 pm