{"id":640,"date":"2026-10-28T16:00:28","date_gmt":"2026-10-28T21:00:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dreaminginplot.com\/MainBlog\/?p=640"},"modified":"2026-10-28T14:55:54","modified_gmt":"2026-10-28T19:55:54","slug":"home-in-emain-ablach","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/dreaminginplot.com\/MainBlog\/2026\/10\/28\/home-in-emain-ablach\/","title":{"rendered":"Home in Emain Ablach"},"content":{"rendered":"<p data-pm-slice=\"1 1 []\"><em>Enjoy a bit of whimsy from a place where Trees may also be people and the Fae count them as friends.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Softly, soft the apple tree<br \/>\nWhispers down calling me<br \/>\nSoftly sings me to my rest<br \/>\nThen stands her watch at his behest<\/p>\n<p>Inward turned, my drifting mind<br \/>\nCatches songs that float through time,<br \/>\nYet never am I there alone<br \/>\nShe watches long o\u2019er paths unknown.<\/p>\n<p>Years have come and years have gone,<br \/>\nHer silver boughs still stand strong.<br \/>\nThough I have grown and moved away<br \/>\nStill I return to her bay.<\/p>\n<p>The rippling string plays at her feet<br \/>\nAs I tell her of all I meet:<br \/>\nOf prophet, prince, and warrior strong<br \/>\nOf pain and sorrow o\u2019er journeys long.<\/p>\n<p>Cen\u2019tries come and cen\u2019tries go<br \/>\nStill her wisdom grows and grows.<br \/>\nThough I cross many seas<br \/>\nStill I return beneath her leaves.<\/p>\n<p><em>Home in Emain Ablach <\/em>copyright \u00a9 Heather Strickler 2026 all rights reserved<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Enjoy a bit of whimsy from a place where Trees may also be people and the Fae count them as friends. Softly, soft the apple tree Whispers down calling me Softly sings me to my rest Then stands her watch at his behest Inward turned, my drifting mind Catches songs that float through time, Yet&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/dreaminginplot.com\/MainBlog\/2026\/10\/28\/home-in-emain-ablach\/\">Read More <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Home in Emain Ablach<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":641,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[14,13],"tags":[12,23,20,11,31,17,18,25],"class_list":["post-640","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","category-writing","tag-hope","tag-light","tag-mood","tag-poetry","tag-rest","tag-story","tag-whimsy","tag-wonder"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/parUcj-ak","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":624,"url":"http:\/\/dreaminginplot.com\/MainBlog\/2026\/10\/21\/tale-bearer\/","url_meta":{"origin":640,"position":0},"title":"Tale Bearer","author":"Heather","date":"October 21, 2026","format":false,"excerpt":"A river rambles, will you follow to hear what he says? 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