The Bard

(c)2001

 

 

In the lazy early morning mist,

As the dew seems to have been kissed,

Bards weaving new spell of dreams,

Of silvery protecting dragons and of noble kings.

 

Of the ancient Bards of the past,

Knew the world to be quite vast,

As the ancient Bards spin a new tale,

Of a Guardian of the wood who does not fail;--

 

Protecting the land from a new danger,

An evil invading stranger,

Using the vast Earthly powers of the Druid,

Which were granted by the Gods of old;--

 

Did indeed repel the grotesque being,

The Bards went around singing,

Of how the Druid used Earth, Air, and Fire,

As well as the love from Water to never tire.

 

The Druids were the Bards of old,

Stories filled with love, yet spun like gold,

So in all your mirth,

Do not forget the gift of Mother Earth!

 

As the dawning of a new age,

Her Druids grow in lands that are strange,

Yet remembering where they came from,

Hearing all of Mother's angers and blessings in the storms.

 

Blessed Be!!!!!!!!!!

For the good of all!!!!!!!!

 

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[Emily B]

'The old books, the dear books, they understand and know.'

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