1. Personal Harvest Festival
As the year turns again,
What blessings can you reap?
What seeds have blossomed and ripened?
What of your harvest will sustain you and yours?
Achievements? Events? Skills gained?
What precious moments have spiced your life?
Moments of tranquillity
Moments of joy
Moments of ecstasy.
Then, like the chaff that is winnowed-
given to the wind -
Or the stubble that is burnt,
Or ploughed back into the Earth,
What experiences through the cycle
have brought challenge,
What grains of wisdom can be given back,
The good farmer,
the good husbandman,
the good wife.
Shares now in celebration.
Saves some for leaner times.
Reserves some for new seed times.
What can you take forward into the future?
What can we teach the children
as the cycle spirals on?
2. Solstice ‘07
The rainbow uniforms of the disposed.
The sweet stoned hippies,
To the earth bound goddess.
Pagan drummers in vibrant colours,
The dreadlocked, crusted, eco-
The barefoot children,
And their barefoot mothers.
The last vestiges of the new age travellers.
Gathered at this festival time,
To celebrate the wheel of life,
Drawn together like a ragged tribe,
To the Giants dance,
To watch the sunrise.
3. Earth Song One
Ancient as the morning dew
Older than the sky
The wheel turns around again
The spiral moves through time
The roots of earth are calling me
Echoes from the past
Wisdom of an age long gone
Heard again at last.
Power flows in to my core
The surge of wind and tide
Currents from a greener time
Wash deep into my mind.
Energised I carry on
Whilst many round me fail
Giving back more than i take
Is now my focused grail
Tis a time to don a mask,
A time for Vampires and Ghosts.
Trick or treat? Kids ask,
At parties where you are the host
Remember a spare place for those that you loved most
Pumpkins decorate front door ways
The final harvest has gathered in the hay.
Party games & apple bobbing.
No wonder your carpet is sodden!
Costumes of black, a highwayman's hat
A lucky black cat or a plague ridden rat.
All manner of costumes are worn,
But of the bogeyman be warned
For there be magic afoot this night,
Spells whispered by Candlelight
Autumn is at an end
and the wheel of the year turns once again
Tis a time to remember, as dark nights draw on
as dark as empty skull sockets, where eyes used to stare from
How fragile life is to me,
As it was and is now, so mote it be.
5. Earth Song Two
Leaves turn brown and grass dies back
A horrid man has come to hack
and slash his way through our green land
The hour is late, we may be damned
Wild lands cleared, tree cut down
That man again, he wants his pound
of flesh from our own mother earth
Just to sit and count his worth
What price we've paid, we dare not look
We sit inside, nose in a book
of pictures of what used to be
All around so wild and free.
But don't give up, be strong of will
Raise a fist and shout until
the man is forced to turn and hear
About the things that we hold dear
Then at last, it may come to pass
We reinstate all that was lost
That man , he finally turned a corner
Good gracious me! a new world order !
It draws people together
like minded people, with the same passion
In dark crowded basement bar
or arena, or muddy field
We will gather, strangers drawn together
through common love
Sweaty bodies crammed together
The smell of leather and stale ale
Thick smoke lies heavy across the crowd
clinging to clothes
Anticipation: the lights go down
All voices raise a cheering din
The base travels through your feet
Until you feel it in the pit of your belly
Pierced faces, tattooed bodies
A horde of freaks!?
Slam together. Scream along lyrics out loud
The atmosphere is alive with magic
The magic of music
A way of life
An Addiction, maybe?
The hum in your ears
the howl of the crowd
Your idols in the flesh
Recorded sounds played live.
An assault of sound
the thrill of emotions
the build up of
The Magic of Music!