The Little People

I drove out into the country as far as I could go
just needed to be alone let my mind flow
No more voices, no delegating, no orders
Just the sound of the winds breaking over the borders
A field with no gate, least not to the eye
With haystacks all over ‘neath a clear blue sky

What is the future? What’s in store for me?
Have I lost you forever? Are you thinking of me?
I leaned on a haystack and it began to slide
Then a hole appeared and down I did glide
I shouted aloud to anyone for help
As I landed in a heap on a floor of kelp

I got up in fear but there wasn’t a sound
It was lit by lanterns built into the ground
I followed the lanterns to a cast iron door
It opened to a fog; my fears grew more
I didn’t move but floated in
to see a little old man with a mischievous grin

Then six others came out from the walls
And sat with the old one in tiny stalls
Clothed in green from head to foot
With great white beards that were never cut
They just stared at me and I stared back
Wondering to myself if they were going to attack

Suddenly I realized we were surrounded by trees
I was no longer standing, I was on my knees
A high pitched voice and the smell of Poteen
“Do ya know why yar here? And what have ya seen?"
“No, I fell in a hole through a haystack up there”
“I was blinded , you see from the suns bright glare”

“Yar here today ‘cause an American Colleen
Requested it so, my dear Mickeleen
She loves you so much her prayers got to us
Now listen up well without any fuss
Write to her often you’ll be there in two years
Love her for life, wipe away all her tears

We will see that you get there, no more than that.