A sunny day
\nA hint of winter
\nA powdery sky of blue
\nBehold the circle
\nOf flinty stones
\nScalped out by age and dew
\nAmber lichens gather
\nBird song fills the air
\nFields of green
\nBare witness
\nAnd such sweet flowers in
\nTheir hair
\nThe children grab their energy
\nCast before in play
\nThe Pagans feel the energy
\nIt is a special day<\/p>\n
Golden fan trees picked out
\nBy the suns amazing power
\nCasting their shadows across
\nThe circle
\nKnowing that each hour
\nHail and welcome
\nEchoes spirits come and go
\nA cordial group of people
\nSeemingly do grow
\nVeronika the Arch Druid
\nFrom the Coltswold order smiles
\nShe resplendent in the light
\nIt’s as if the dials
\nAll are turning favourably
\nAnd happiness is reborn
\nThe speaking stick before us all
\nAs each wake to the Dawn<\/p>\n
Plaits and curls and dreadlocks
\nHang drums and hearts proclaim
\nThe amity the kindness
\nThe cordial refrain
\nThe fondness for the countryside
\nThe affable all see
\nThe Equinox all feel it
\nAll feel the energy
\nThe sharing of the sacred manna
\nThe warming mead so sweet
\nThe milk of human kindness
\nThe wet grass beneath our feet
\nThe moles have duly dugs their hills
\nBeneath us they now hide
\nSharing their vast kingdom
\nDrawing it inside<\/p>\n
The tolerance the tender
\nThe generosity
\nThe charitable the courteous
\nWhat is humanity
\nEnlightened and humanistic
\nThe warmth from strangers who
\nAre drawn into the circle
\nTo share an hour or two
\nThe silence seems forever
\nSuch solitude serene
\nThe light is so abundant
\nWe all know where we have been
\nThe sanctity of the moment
\nThe artless and the good
\nThe constancy and the faithful
\nThe brightness of the wood
\nThat stretches far beyond us
\nInto a bright new Dawn
\nThe great coming together
\nThe purity that’s born
\nThe child the lamb un spotted
\nImmaculate and pure
\nThe soberness the abstinence
\nThe sweetness of the cure<\/p>\n
The ROll RIGHT stones
\nSuch history the soldiers
\nBy his side
\nThe king behold his entrance
\nOft it’s been denied
\nA witch out of her hiding place
\nDid cast the awesome spell
\nImprisoning these fellows
\nInto a stony hell
\nTis here we honour prophecy
\nThe epiphany of light
\nProphetic and inspirational
\nFor where the witch did smite
\nThese so call regal gentlemen
\nWe stand together and
\nShare the fascination
\nSpreading right across the land<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A sunny day A hint of winter A powdery sky of blue Behold the circle Of flinty stones Scalped out by age and dew Amber lichens gather Bird song fills the air Fields of green Bare witness And such sweet … Continue reading