Rollrights 23/9 Autumn Equinox

They forecast high winds and some rain
A down pour on the way
But when we got to the rollright stones
Its blue skies and a play
On words for me
for the sun was out
Shining pretty bright
We formed our circle held hands a while
And opened the quarters
and the light
Fadeth a bit and the wind got up
And the trees around us shook
Their crowns were really feeling it
Who is for another look
Then we enjoyed a playlet
Of the three men from the west
They were after John Barleycorn
They buried him they did
Ploughed him sowed him harrowed him
Really in a bid

They let him lie
Beneath the sod
And made a solemn vow
That he could stay lost to the world
And they would show us how

So they went away just left him be
Let the rain pour down and he
Surprised us all when
He just leapt up
As healthy as could be

They got this bloke
With scythes so sharp
To cut him at the knee
They rolled him over
They didnt care but to show him
Cruelty

Another man with a sharp pitch fork
To strike him in his heart
And the other bound him head to tow
And slung him in their cart
They took him around the field
All day
Till he came up to the barn
And each then made an oath And said
Poor John barleycorn

They hIred a man with crab-tree sticks
To scratch his skin and bone
And then they asked tHe miller man to grind
Him on his stone
But john was really up to it
With some brandy in his glass
He proved that he could take them on
A true man he first class

And as for the so called huntsman
Who could never catch his foe
And rarely could they hear the horn
When ever it did blow
And nobody is able to mend or else to be
Worth their salt one has to say
Without Barleycorn there as key

The play was acted admirably
With aggression knots and All
Onto the mead and the apricots
And the cakes and the poets call
An ode about the autumn
About the natural wheel
Which is forever turning
And that no one can conceal

Then we had the talking stick
And we lost the sky of blue
It disappeared in a wodge of cloud
And some rain and hail came too
Around the circle with snake stick
Till everyone had said
Their piece their poems
Whatever
And by that time were led

Out of the grey and the wodge of cloud
Back to a sky of blue
Back to the wind a cutting wind
I was almost cut in two
Onto the closing of quarters
And the favoured ho ho ho
And despite the chilly wind a blowing
Cold enough for snow

We sll just mingled calmly
Taking the light that became
Bright it licked the colours of the leaves
Some were aflame
with orange and with crimson
Sulphur yes by name
Cadmium and mustard
A cool kaleidescope
of colour
To amaze the eyes
And bring us all some hope
.
The moles had clearly not been put
Off
Enjoying their hills and dales
Freshly dug the colour was
Inspired by wagging tails
And sharp claws no doubt
Blindly
tearing at the sod
In darkness moles dont really care
As They are closer to their god.

The stones they looked resplendent
Picked out in the light
The colours of the countryside
Altogether bright
dappling and stippling
Fretted and patterened too
Not many people came along
But those that did rang true

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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