Forgotten

Across the Moores of Ireland,
Through the sands of time,
Whispers of the gale and wind,
Telling of forgotten song and rhyme.

The tales and myths of long ago,
Where seasons come and seasons go.

Time moves on,
Like rivers of water to the sea,
But you and I, together we,
Forgotten, we will never be.

written April 25, 2003