In the Forest, the day was fair,
A jingling sound was in the air,
I heard a tinkling, sweet and clear,
Soft at first, then louder grew,
Of trooping fairies, could it be?
Of elves or sprites or even sidhe
Oh what wonder might I see?
Something magic I just knew,
Bells upon an elven horse,
The wild hunt, I’d crossed it’s course,
Arawn’s hounds, I mustn’t force,
What else could it be?
Then a rustle, around a log,
Comes a friendly little dog,
A jingling going with his jog,
He comes right up to me.
Hello there friend, of course, I say,
Why are you here? You’ve lost your way?
Are you well? Where do you stay?
Of course, there’s no reply
A hiker follows after then,
In the forest, with his friend,
Moving swiftly through the glen,
To find his dog and I.
Something magic indeed I found,
In that happy little hound,
Accompanied by a whimsy sound,
The forest to run through,
No elven lord, or fairy queen,
Just a friendly stranger seen,
With a puppy in between,
And that is magic too
J.Doyle