I come from the earth

Scattered song serendered

To fair winds

And broken words.

My acorn earth

My forests

of green and golden myth.

I am of old blood

I am older than you will ever be

Seeded from creaking oak and

aged lore.

I am wisdom brimming

with infinite sadness.

I was born of braided gold

kept safe and told stories

Of giants and snow owls and maidens

of the otherworld

in the language of kings

I feel my heart

the thud of the ancients

the grasses and brookes

And the perilous oceans of my people -

those pagan poets.

I come from the earth.

Reething tides and endless lands

of my fair country.

My erstwhile soil

My forests of green

and golden myth.