Poetry ~ The Highlands

i live in the highlands where the fairies sleep
where moon-falls and sunrises are the time i keep

where the mist rises to greet the day
and the wind whistles as the aspens sway 

three miles up a washboard road 
that climbs through fields where hay is sowed

green rolling hills where leprechauns gather
where life slows down and time don't matter

i live in the highlands where the fairies sleep
where the good life is simple and the simple life is sweet