Theres a great thrash of cloud
\nIts pink and its blue
\nA stillness apparent
\nI be clueless too
\nA true celebration
\nOf freshness ahead
\nThe bunting the streamers
\nHave gone to my head
\nClad in our multitude
\nRobed up and right
\nChipping is ripping
\nIn the bright light
\nThe hawthorn’s sweet bouquet
\nIt captures the soul
\nIts blossoms enchanting
\nRicher for the stroll<\/p>\n
Its peaceful its beautiful
\nHear the refrain
\nThe circle the energy
\nSo much to gain
\nBeing out in the air
\nOn this hill looking green
\nInside the rollright stones
\nPart of the scene
\nWith such jubilation
\nThe aura’s around
\nA fanfare of beating hearts
\nOn the soft ground
\nA day to remember
\nTo honour and feel
\nWith the flowers in our hearts
\nAnd the honest appeal<\/p>\n
The return of the Spring
\nAnd the light of the day
\nThe spangle the tinsel
\nDoth blow me away
\nWith friends with the cotswold druids I be
\nFrom the top of the hill
\nSo much more I can see
\nThe ritual behold
\nWe have pudding and fruit
\nA soft slug of mead
\nAnd a sweetness to boot
\nThe lime and the olivine
\nFactors we see
\nAt Rollright at Beltaine
\nWhere I love to be<\/p>\n
To be in the midst
\nOf history’s light
\nTo share the togetherness
\nAnd to feel bright
\nThe clarities calling
\nApparent I see
\nA dusting of pollen
\nAnd a tireless bee
\nThe moles have been making
\nTheir world far below
\nAncient and modern
\nThe afternoons glow
\nWe share the great circle
\nWith blessings of old
\nAnd A coming together
\nOf silver and gold<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Theres a great thrash of cloud Its pink and its blue A stillness apparent I be clueless too A true celebration Of freshness ahead The bunting the streamers Have gone to my head Clad in our multitude Robed up and … Continue reading