Poem on the back of an old envelope.

Memories like the waves lapping the shores of Now.

From far across the the mystic seas of Time.

All returning on this one magical Night.

From the hidden lands, that are never Bright.

To remind us of why and who we Are.

The Magick that came from a distant Star.

And yes we have been timid and we have been Bold.

We have been young and we have been Old.

We have been many a lost Soul's Lover.

We have put many a Soul under grass's Cover.

But if the truth tonight is really to be Told.

We have always been the Druids of Old.

That first came to free this Sacred Land.

From the Forever Curse Winter's frozen Hand.

Then slowly merged into the Blood of every local Clan.

And yes we all called by many a different Name.

But in us all, the seed of the First Oak remands the Same.

So if you seek to walk and know our Ley.

Perhaps we will meet some night along its misty Way.

TDK  /  The Druid King

Copyright George King May 7, 2013