No worms, Wicca's pure throughout the harvest apple's core,
"An it harm none, do what ye shall" stooking sheaves of wheat
Pagans jump o'er the balefire, handfasting with Witch's broom lore,
Cedar smoke from the censer fills the celebratory air, hover o'er the
tree stump seat, Circle blessed we pass around braided bread and
beer, good friends and fall equinox cheer...Blessed Be.
Love,
Sage
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on September 13, 2010
Opening ceremonies, fife and drumb, Druidic priests, torch and hood, rise of the Fall, to one and to all, toss your garlands and robes of old, useless lumber of dead ideas, behold the Morning Star this day, undefiled wisdom pray, lords of Air into this night, behold the ancient, hallowed site. Cool poetry Patrick.
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"An it harm none, do what ye shall" stooking sheaves of wheat
Pagans jump o'er the balefire, handfasting with Witch's broom lore,
Cedar smoke from the censer fills the celebratory air, hover o'er the
tree stump seat, Circle blessed we pass around braided bread and
beer, good friends and fall equinox cheer...Blessed Be.
Love,
Sage