The Greenman

Saxon Crow

I wear this earth of root and stone

As I wear this skin of vein and bone

The thunder in the midnight sky

Beats to the sound of my heart, in time

The winds that blow through these ancient lands

Are the air I breathe from these eternal lungs

The rains that fall and quench this place

Are the tears I shed upon my face

Every quake that jolts awake the earth

Are the steps I take as I walk this world

The stones they call to me and sing

The trees bow down at my very whim

The sun it greets me as its eldest friend

And the moon she knows just who I am

The birds, the animals all know my name

All love and fear what I create

All except the curse of man

Whose arrogance took you on a different path

The green turns grey through your lowly wisdom

And your blindness grows with every season

Remember me as the friend I am

Return to the ways of this ancient kingdom

For the old ways, like Spring are forever new

Just call out my name and be born anew

  • Author: Saxon Crow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 24th, 2020 10:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: It's all about the old ways today!
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 28
  • Users favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm., dusk arising, Goldfinch60.
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Comments6

  • Fay Slimm.

    I love the flow of this tribute to old ways - - your pen evokes nature's acceptance of mans' arrogance yet warns with that "blindness will grow" - and the appeal of your final lines brought me near tears -- so this poem is going to my faves. for sure.

    • Saxon Crow

      Thanks Fay. You're far too kind. Don't tell Lawless you almost shed a tear though!

    • orchidee

      Good write Crow. Ain't no tears need to be shed, except if hearing me sing! lol.

      • Saxon Crow

        You too! I thought it was just me. Thanks Orchi

      • dusk arising

        This recounts the feelings some of us can begin to experience in meditation among the forest trees or the barren wilderness where the wind levels all.
        Encourages to step away from and outside of what we have become and return to the natural beast of this earth which we really are.

        Got to go into my favourites.

        • Saxon Crow

          Thanks DA. Nothing like old school

        • Goldfinch60

          Those old ways were always right and we may, hopefully, one day return to them. Walking with nature can save us from the world.
          As many know on this site I put very few poems into my favourites but this will be another one.
          Great write SC.

          Andy

          • Saxon Crow

            Thanks GF. Ill pay you later!

            • Goldfinch60

              I'll get my bill ready for you!

            • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

              Is this awesome poem in all its imagery and lament about greenery and trees? I hope it is. You wrote it in a great poetic way wow. Kudos!

              Pls Pleez do read and comment my newest poem too.

              • Saxon Crow

                Thank you. The Greenman is a British pagan God of Spring, often depicted as a tree man.

              • SerenWise

                Great work, really creates a vision

                • Saxon Crow

                  Many thanks 🙂



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