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The Green Man

The Green Man Mirror of a man in nature Swayer in the faerie golden age Viewed now mere pastiche Almost forgotten but a still power to enchant Accept his largesse a gift it is devoid of slant Strong as any tired worshiped god all demanding Country a walks pleasure our mutual understanding But hear me now Listen and ignore at your peril Who makes you drive fast – it’s he Wicked vivacious and most un PC Air of expectation and congenial good cheer A carousing a love of cider and cool beer Country in old oaks and strange village Morris dance Carnal a man and woman’s amorous springtime romance Shame trapped in towns no power of green A rare golden coin neither sought nor seen But relax and enjoy there’s no shame nor disgrace Late afternoons warm sun his pleasure on your face

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 5/9/2010 12:33:00 PM
well...I have no idea whether you are for or against the concept of the "Green Man"...I would be interested to know? Light & Love
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Date: 4/9/2010 7:36:00 PM
Well written Nigel!
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