Superstitious Irish mythology
A fairytale of my childhood
Stories of spirits, magic and faith
Naturally recalled as I walk
Across those famous green mounds
Of an old Irish settlement
That left behind hills on Tara.
At the end of the walk
Grows a tree adorned in trinkets
A Celtic fairy tree.
I unwind a ribbon from my hair
And wrap it around
A leafless branch, making a wish
That will never come true.