From the darkening wood he comes
Summoned by beat of unseen drums;
Cloven hoofed and antler crowned
He draws nigh unto their sound.

With spear in hand he races forth
Across the wastelands of the north,
Where woad-stained warriors shout his name
Along the way by which he came.

Throughout the land the cry is heard,
From clan to clan they spread the word;
The summer days are fading fast,
The Winter King has come at last.

Then, high atop the sacred hill,
The Druids employ their magic skill,
And from a spark is born a blaze
That shines amid the cromlech's maze.

Upon the barren heath they meet
To offer sacrifices sweet;
With bay and pine the altars burn
In honor of the horned-god, Cerne!

- Steven L. Akins
A nice ditty, Akins, but I would have no illusions of becoming a poet

On Nov 1, 1:08 am, Akins of that Ilk <stevenak... at (no spam) bellsouth.net
wrote:



From the darkening wood he comes
Summoned by beat of unseen drums;
Cloven hoofed and antler crowned
He draws nigh unto their sound.

With spear in hand he races forth
Across the wastelands of the north,
Where woad-stained warriors shout his name
Along the way by which he came.

Throughout the land the cry is heard,
From clan to clan they spread the word;
The summer days are fading fast,
The Winter King has come at last.

Then, high atop the sacred hill,
The Druids employ their magic skill,
And from a spark is born a blaze
That shines amid the cromlech's maze.

Upon the barren heath they meet
To offer sacrifices sweet;
With bay and pine the altars burn
In honor of the horned-god, Cerne!

- Steven L. Akins

A nice ditty, Akins, but I would have no illusions of becoming a poet
if I were you !
Thanks,
Michael .- Hide quoted text -

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On Oct 31, 9:03 pm, An Coibhi Drui <photographerofkilke... at (no spam) gmail.com
wrote:



On Nov 1, 1:08 am, Akins of that Ilk <stevenak... at (no spam) bellsouth.net
wrote:

From the darkening wood he comes
Summoned by beat of unseen drums;
Cloven hoofed and antler crowned
He draws nigh unto their sound.

With spear in hand he races forth
Across the wastelands of the north,
Where woad-stained warriors shout his name
Along the way by which he came.

Throughout the land the cry is heard,
From clan to clan they spread the word;
The summer days are fading fast,
The Winter King has come at last.

Then, high atop the sacred hill,
The Druids employ their magic skill,
And from a spark is born a blaze
That shines amid the cromlech's maze.

Upon the barren heath they meet
To offer sacrifices sweet;
With bay and pine the altars burn
In honor of the horned-god, Cerne!

- Steven L. Akins

A nice ditty, Akins, but I would have no illusions of becoming a poet
if I were you !
Thanks,
Michael .- Hide quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

There is far too little inspiration in the world to entertain such a
notion.

On Nov 1, 2:30 pm, Akins of that Ilk <stevenak... at (no spam) bellsouth.net
wrote:





On Nov 1, 12:20 pm, "Byrne.M.James" <byrne.m.ja... at (no spam) gmail.com> wrote:

On Nov 1, 1:08 am, Akins of that Ilk <stevenak... at (no spam) bellsouth.net
wrote:

From the darkening wood he comes
Summoned by beat of unseen drums;
Cloven hoofed and antler crowned
He draws nigh unto their sound.

With spear in hand he races forth
Across the wastelands of the north,
Where woad-stained warriors shout his name
Along the way by which he came.

Throughout the land the cry is heard,
From clan to clan they spread the word;
The summer days are fading fast,
The Winter King has come at last.

Then, high atop the sacred hill,
The Druids employ their magic skill,
And from a spark is born a blaze
That shines amid the cromlech's maze.

Upon the barren heath they meet
To offer sacrifices sweet;
With bay and pine the altars burn
In honor of the horned-god, Cerne!

- Steven L. Akins

Nice work Steven,

I especially like
"Upon the barren heath they meet
To offer sacrifices sweet;
With bay and pine the altars burn
In honor of the horned-god, Cerne!"- Hide quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

Thanks James, I wrote that years ago when I was still quite young,
came across it the other day looking through some old things. Seemed
like an appropriate time of the year to share it.

I think you have a way with words. Maybe yu could offer up some more
recent poems and chants concerning the life of Nature and spirit in
Alabama? After all, you do live in an area that is known for its
Indian mounds and warriors.

Searles O'Dubhain- Hide quoted text -

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An Coibhi Drui wrote:
On Nov 1, 7:50 pm, "Searles O'Dubhain" <odubhai... at (no spam) gmail.com> wrote:

Thanks James, I wrote that years ago when I was still quite young,
came across it the other day looking through some old things. Seemed
like an appropriate time of the year to share it.

I think you have a way with words. Maybe yu could offer up some more
recent poems and chants concerning the life of Nature and spirit in
Alabama? After all, you do live in an area that is known for its
Indian mounds and warriors.

Searles O'Dubhain

seconded .

First you stole the yawn from us, then the dot, now the seconded.

What a lovely little usurper you are, ey Mcgrath.
Old Irish Church traditions die hard now don't they.

                           

On Nov 1, 2:30 pm, Akins of that Ilk <stevenak... at (no spam) bellsouth.net
wrote:





On Nov 1, 12:20 pm, "Byrne.M.James" <byrne.m.ja... at (no spam) gmail.com> wrote:

On Nov 1, 1:08 am, Akins of that Ilk <stevenak... at (no spam) bellsouth.net
wrote:

From the darkening wood he comes
Summoned by beat of unseen drums;
Cloven hoofed and antler crowned
He draws nigh unto their sound.

With spear in hand he races forth
Across the wastelands of the north,
Where woad-stained warriors shout his name
Along the way by which he came.

Throughout the land the cry is heard,
From clan to clan they spread the word;
The summer days are fading fast,
The Winter King has come at last.

Then, high atop the sacred hill,
The Druids employ their magic skill,
And from a spark is born a blaze
That shines amid the cromlech's maze.

Upon the barren heath they meet
To offer sacrifices sweet;
With bay and pine the altars burn
In honor of the horned-god, Cerne!

- Steven L. Akins

Nice work Steven,

I especially like
"Upon the barren heath they meet
To offer sacrifices sweet;
With bay and pine the altars burn
In honor of the horned-god, Cerne!"- Hide quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

Thanks James, I wrote that years ago when I was still quite young,
came across it the other day looking through some old things. Seemed
like an appropriate time of the year to share it.

I think you have a way with words. Maybe yu could offer up some more
recent poems and chants concerning the life of Nature and spirit in
Alabama? After all, you do live in an area that is known for its
Indian mounds and warriors.

Searles O'Dubhain- Hide quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

On Nov 1, 7:50 pm, "Searles O'Dubhain" <odubhai... at (no spam) gmail.com> wrote:

Thanks James, I wrote that years ago when I was still quite young,
came across it the other day looking through some old things. Seemed
like an appropriate time of the year to share it.

I think you have a way with words. Maybe yu could offer up some more
recent poems and chants concerning the life of Nature and spirit in
Alabama? After all, you do live in an area that is known for its
Indian mounds and warriors.

Searles O'Dubhain

seconded .

On Nov 1, 11:21 pm, "1X2Willows" <nos... at (no spam) least.invalid> wrote:
An Coibhi Drui wrote:
On Nov 1, 7:50 pm, "Searles O'Dubhain" <odubhai... at (no spam) gmail.com> wrote:

Thanks James, I wrote that years ago when I was still quite young,
came across it the other day looking through some old things.
Seemed like an appropriate time of the year to share it.

I think you have a way with words. Maybe yu could offer up some
more recent poems and chants concerning the life of Nature and
spirit in Alabama? After all, you do live in an area that is known
for its Indian mounds and warriors.

Searles O'Dubhain

seconded .

First you stole the yawn from us, then the dot, now the seconded.

What a lovely little usurper you are, ey Mcgrath.
Old Irish Church traditions die hard now don't they.

:-)

You'd know, Hun