In The Hills Of Ancient Ireland Poem by Robert Hilary

In the hills of ancient Ireland
Where the wind blows soft melodies,
and the Willows, sway in tune.
where Epona dashes through forest and field,
racing, beneath the moon.
Where the old ones dance on highlands,
singing their lore and song.
Where wise ones tell tales,
of heroes, long since gone.
In the hills of ancient Ireland,
where the forlorn banshees sing.
in the hills of ancient Ireland,
where Dagda's harp still rings.
Cernunnos, the horned one,
lord of the beasts,
harbinger of bounty,
bringer of feasts.
Taranis the sky god,
mystery, and the sea,
recording on his giant stump,
things of past, and things to be.
In the hills of ancient Ireland,
where the old stones still hold strong
in the hills of ancient Ireland,
From which the ancients come