green leaves on the
stone wall gather.
it's the coming of the spring in this
lonely town.
in simpler times the children would be heard,
their laughs riding the breeze to the edges of the forest.
the sun could rise to the middle of the
cloudless sky,
and nothing could ever stop
joy of spring.
but this is not
a happy tale,
this tale is one of
grief and sorrow.
if you enjoy a cry take your seat.
for this story shall not disappoint you.
Oh
Shanes Hill their lived a man
whose
grass was green as the clover.
his life was spent
milking the cows
and selling his butter for
gold.
in his house he harbored his kin,
a
son and a
daughter of twelve.
they never came out for rain nor sun
and grew weary of
fighting for fun.
so one day when they fell trapped as
fox,
they devised
an excellent plan.
they would run out the house when night grew near,
and hopefully get to a town.
so in the night,
naked as babies,
they slipt through the door of their
prison,
and running like
deer, into the
forest they fled
never to be seen again.
ahh what a
travesty..oh what a crime.
the innocent suffer all in due time.
for you see,
the poor
children not knowing their way
stumbled upon a
bear in some hay.
the
growls and pains as he ripped them apart,
no one can describe for easement on the heart.