Ladywood

We went one night to Ladywood, to find the wishing-stone,

(you only see it when the moon is round).

I knew if we should find it, that we wouldn't be alone,

(an old Grey-Lady guards her haunting-ground).

But love was strong that evening, and cast out all our fear;

we found the stone, and sealed our wish of love,

Then wandered slowly homeward, past the deep and silent mere,

at ease with all the ghosts in heaven above.

I knew our lovers' wish that night, was certain to come true,

for, as we climbed across the broken stile,

I turned around and blew a kiss of happiness to you,

and saw the old, Grey-Lady faintly smile.

by

Shirley Frances Winskill 1997