A Tale of Midsummer

A Tale of Midsummer

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Come, gather round and render tales
Of sunlit skies and rugged flames
Of hands outstretched towards the sky
Of crafted wheels and bales of fire
Of beating drums and crowing men
Of lyrics hollered towards the glen
Of ancient stones and weathered walls
A hallowed sunrise praised by all
A time to mark the longest day
An ancient feast, a grand parade
A jig composed of joining hands
A desperate prayer to bless the land
Don crowns of green and ribbons white
Come, sit beneath the pale moonlight
With merriment and love and fire
The solstice honours Earth’s true sire

~ © 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.


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