There is a place around the way
Where legends are born or so they say,
Like lingering shadows traced in time;
Seeking all of those who look to find-
They search for the lost and darling fair,
With lovelorn songs and long curled hair.
Never again to their dismay -
Will they be able to dance and play,
Like the lightning falling from the sky
They were gone in an instant, with one big sigh.
Never again to pass this way;
And all was lost in just one day.
Over the hills and meadows were growing,
A wind of change with no-one knowing;
Just how it all would soon turn out.
But in that day there was no doubt;
That everyone gathered in that place,
Lost their lives without a trace.
Just how or why no-one really knows,
But from that place a legend grows…
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr