Glastonbury

Posted on September 21, 2024 by Rex Tyler

There are no equals
To the sight
Of St Michael’s tower
In any light
Supremely standing
On its own
And I observing fully grown
History sweet Avalon
The skies theatre
We belong
To all of creation
Here tonight
The White Spring
And the Chalice might
Sweeping downwards
Underground
All sorts of colours
Doth abound
The Equinox stills Autumn’s hand
And helps the burdened understand

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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