Woo-Hoo!

A Faerie Ancestor Visitation

Being well 'over the hill'
My body feels old
It aches and it pains!

Whitman and  Broughton
Whisper to me
To the rhythm of train...

On tracks, as I journey
Heading up North
To see my old ma'

I hear:

To the creeping decrepitude of body,

The soul hymns Joy

"Joy to Death: Joy to the Life Eternal"

Mushroom, Walt and James