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 © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2010
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