Old Saw Rewritten

scissored shades of Betsycoed taste of yester youth's sweet tones splashing sound of forest water kissing shining sacred stones Dreams of swirling druids dancing in the faery water's rill flash reflective thoughts in flight The dragon tears yet spill The druid plan of waiting for greed to die of want a constant stream of tortured words belies the curse of can't To stand beneath a blazing sky and gaze upon the Western sea Moments caught reflective thought Time to spend with Thee In dappled shades of symric sylvan Beside the watered stones One sits in contemplation Of dragon lore and bones With mistletoe and golden blades Did others come to own the earth and citify these olden glades In this the sheltered home of druids birth is played a symphony of mother earth Green woods whisper sad laments Raining tears are heaven sent To wash romance from slaughters And thus the shades do sit and wait To see the grasping greeds abate As stones grow round amid the sound of ever dancing waters