DRAIG

A solar eclipse
The day before
A brand new moon
To wet the floor
With beams of gold
And another day
Sees the Celtic Oak
Just fade away

So that Holly can
Begin its reign
A noble stalwart
A god before
TINA The Entruscan God
Of thunder mightier there
Than Thor

Such a mother
Such a child
Inquisitive
But reconciled
To sway the soul with music
And
Reach for the stars
With his band

Happy Birthday
Draig dear boy
You are your mothers
pride and joy
A dragon in its finest form
A heart a hearth
Forever warm

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