This morning while putting a post together for the Facebook page I wrote a poem.
I gazed with longing at the ring,
I knew if I stepped inside my heart would sing.
Don't look that way, grandmother warned.
Tread lightly and not inside,
you'll catch the fire of the faery wrath;
it is theirs and not your path.
I turned my eyes and looked away, wishing that I could stay.
I knew if I could just step inside,
the language would be a familiar sound,
in that ring that formed so round.