Post by flyingwelshman on Apr 25, 2008 7:21:13 GMT 1
Take my hand, walk with me
Through leafy woodland carpet
Hear the wind in the beeches
Singing accapella, moving the garlands in our hair
A natural symphony, toying with senses
Standing with reverence at the sacred site.
Face you and I, the Druid Priest
A grove of oaks his chapel
The voices in the trees his bible
Beltane flowers his congregation
Uniting! Yea, uniting, you and I
'Neath tree-filtered sunlight.
BB Peter Nash