Rowan Tree
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Patricia Gale
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Beneath the green and berry red
They flutter about
Making a melody with each wing strum
Magical lil’ creatures
Beauties of the forest
Fairies they are called by some
Protecting and guarding against the darkness
Bringing well being to babe’s milk
Sweet Rowan tree
Grace my land and grow
Ward off evil spirits
And remind me of my heritage of long ago
Dance with me in moonlight May
And I shall honor you
With my nurturing hands
And the remembrance of the one who holds my smile
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