In a heather-clad meadow where the mist hovers low

O'er the dyke wi the auld broken fence

Tak the wee cobbled path, mind yer rags oan the thorns

The land is mischievous, wild and dense

 

Then follow the twining hawthorn shrubs

Loup the gully as ye enter the wood

Halt for a moment while the wisps tak yer measure

They guide only those whose intentions are good

 

From there ye will hear faint laughter and song

As ye'r welcomed tae the realm o' the Fae

Where nature spirits dance in the gently blawin winds

Nudging ye farther doon the steep, mossy brae

 

Now, if ye pause where the bracken grows tall

Along the banks o' the whispering brook

Ye may catch a glimpse o' a red bushy tail

Charming ye deep intae a fern-covered neuk

 

And here ye'll arrive at a fine hootenanny

Like yer eyes have ne'er beheld

An assortment o' creatures all rather well dressed

Ye'll wonder if ye hinna been spelled

 

But this is the Glen where the wild things be

The guardians tae our earthy home

Wi banter and berries a plenty tae share

Come hither, there are fair felds tae roam

 

Where foxes, hedgehogs, badgers and moles

Much like us, just a wee bit more furry

Dance wi the Fae folk, sup tea and swap tales

Tak a toadstool and sit, dinnae scurrie 

 

For this kinship o' creatures has magick tae share

Be ye a wee bairn, or big yin alike

Tae keep hope in yer heart and a spring in yer step

When ye find yirsel back o'er the dyke

 

But ach, dinnae fash, for the enchantment’s nae done

It’s within ye and aw folk tae ken

So be sure tae keep it alight, spread it far 

In the fashion o’ clan Bracken Glen

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by Donna Giffen