Whispers of the Fair (poem)

In Appleby’s embrace, where wild hooves prance, amidst the fields, a timeless dance. Gypsy caravans painted with care, beneath the sun’s warm, golden glare.

 

Each hoofbeat echoes a rhythmic tale, Through generations, it does prevail. In the heart of this bustling affair, lies a magic beyond compare.

 

Underneath the moon’s soft glow, Stories of old begin to flow. Legends of freedom, of love, of strife, weave into the fabric of life.

 

Horses with manes like flowing fire, Graceful and strong, they never tire. Their eyes hold secrets, ancient and deep, In their presence, our souls do leap.

 

Amidst the laughter, amidst the song, Echoes of history, timeless and strong. For in Appleby’s fields, legends are born, In each dawn’s light, and each dusk’s morn.

 

So gather ’round, both young and old, Let the stories of the fair unfold. In Appleby’s embrace, we find our place, Bound by the magic, bound by grace.

 

For here in this haven, where dreams take flight, we’re bathed in the glow of pure delight. In Appleby’s embrace, we stand tall, In awe of the wonders that befall.