drawing symbols of my power on my skin: The Land is Ours

The Flame Haired Solstice Dreamer

Cold winter brings the Everfrost and jewels every tree
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
A flame~haired dreamer wanders there and shelters from the wind
And spins her dreams around the trees to break the ties that bind
She takes her thread and spins anew and how the Greenwood smiles
As she spins a spell for freedom and for her spirit Wylde

The dreamer finds an ancient oak and shelters in his lee
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
Tis summer now and birdsong weaves its magick through her spells
And humming bees drum drowsily in the foxglove's bells
The dreamer sits beneath the oak with yarn upon her knee
And spins and knits and weaves her dreams and sets her spirit free

The Land is Ours

merry meet )o(
The Land is Ours...vitally important issues in our time and one that is the cause of many of my rants, not yet seen here, on land rights, housing isses etc. it is on my links section so please go and have a look and support.

1 comment:

Leanne said...: that looks an interesting link SD, one I will go back to and read more thoroughly. thankyou.

I like your dislikes and likes lists, its a good idea- theres a fair few on each list that I could have written myself!

Leanne X; 5 August 2007 at 19:43