The Ancient Celtic
 
The echo of these fiercely proud people,
lived on in spirit and soul.
I can only imagine them in their brightly,
colored cloaks,
tending to ever day life, just as we do.
I can hear the barking of dogs,
and children at play,
the strong smells of farmland animals,
permeating the air.
I can see women weaving their looms,
with so much love and care,
and the men tending to the farm,
that they loved so dear.
I can see hunters sharpening their skills,
shooting arrows into deer,
and of the druids,
I feel the wisdom and mystique, that surrounded them.
I can picture the white robed druids,
chanting in the mist-filled oak grove,
moonlight splashing down through the old oak trees,
illuminating the forest in a silver dew,
They were truly a magical people....

By starstruck13

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