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Feb. 1, 1977 By Dale Fierbe<br />

Salutations!<br />

Salutations on this day <strong>of</strong> Oimelc!<br />

<strong>The</strong> Magnolias stand serenely in this winter wind.<br />

<strong>The</strong> pines shrug their branches<br />

Snow drops to the ground<br />

Unable to smother the spirit<br />

<strong>Of</strong> Evergreen.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Cedar whispers it's valiance<br />

<strong>The</strong> quiet sentinel while other<br />

Creatures and Flora<br />

Wait for the name <strong>of</strong> Spring to<br />

Brush past them, awakening them<br />

From their sleep.<br />

- Peace, Peace, Peace.<br />

By Chris Markwyn<br />

Wood Carving<br />

<strong>The</strong> wood couldn't begin to catch<br />

All <strong>of</strong> the light and life in its<br />

Sad poor-grained structure. <strong>The</strong><br />

Polished flesh <strong>of</strong> some long-dead<br />

Oak, smoothly grainless, was<br />

Carved to artificial perfection by<br />

Some zealous artisan.<br />

Not alone I stood in the shop,<br />

Clutching my saw and knife in<br />

An all too sweaty hand. I look<br />

At what lies before me, and tremble<br />

At its pathetic presumption <strong>of</strong> merit.<br />

Shaking, I turn to the light<br />

That pours in<br />

Through the window, broken by<br />

<strong>The</strong> frame and the panes. I turn back<br />

To my creation to view it once more.<br />

Outside the sunlight, it lies dead and<br />

Cold, a lifeless bit <strong>of</strong> wood shaped<br />

Randomly into the face <strong>of</strong> a thing<br />

I do not know.<br />

By Chris Markwyn<br />

Someone Said My Name<br />

a name, subtly carved<br />

into the bark <strong>of</strong> some ancient oak,<br />

now warped and bent<br />

by the ravaging years<br />

a name, engraved on a door<br />

deep in the dimly lit dungeon<br />

<strong>of</strong> my heart; a chamber sealed<br />

by the weight <strong>of</strong> years<br />

a name, whispered in the dark,<br />

written on a crumpled page,<br />

spoken s<strong>of</strong>tly in the quiet<br />

hours <strong>of</strong> life's night<br />

a name unheard for years<br />

338<br />

A <strong>Book</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Songs</strong><br />

and Poetry<br />

<strong>Volume</strong> Three 1999<br />

Words from the Bards<br />

2003 Introduction<br />

Modern folk-singers, like the bards <strong>of</strong> the past have their wisdom<br />

to share. At Carleton since the early 70s, Druidism and<br />

Folksinging were overlapping interests for many people. I <strong>of</strong>fer<br />

you some songs, copyrighted <strong>of</strong> course, for your benefit or<br />

hindrance. <strong>The</strong>y were mostly taken from "Rise Up Singing: <strong>The</strong><br />

Group Singing Songbook" ISBN 0-9626704-7-2 (1992) spiral<br />

binding, ISBN 0-9626704-9-9 paperback binding. It's a personal<br />

selection, but also one that other Carleton Druids have enjoyed<br />

over the years. This was assembled in 1999, but first published in<br />

ARDA 2 in 2003, when he added a few songs by various authors<br />

at the end.<br />

-Mike Scharding<br />

Sir Gilbert de Veere<br />

Sir Gilbert de Veere was a virtuous knight.<br />

He fought for the just and he fought for the right,<br />

But he cherished one dream with all <strong>of</strong> his might;<br />

He wanted a Dragon to fight.<br />

He prayed all the night and he prayed all the day,<br />

That God would provide him a dragon to slay.<br />

God heard his prayers and considered a way<br />

To furnish Sir Gilbert his prey.<br />

God considered it and soon made command,<br />

But having no genuine Dragons at hand,<br />

God whisked Sir Gilbert to an earlier land.<br />

With destrier and armor and Brand.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n in the Cretaceous, Sir Gilbert de Veere<br />

Discovered a 40 foot carnosaur near.<br />

He dug in his spur and leveled his spear,<br />

And charged without flicker <strong>of</strong> fear.<br />

<strong>The</strong> lance struck a rib and the shaft split in twain,<br />

Sir Gilbert slapped a hand to his hilt, but in vain.<br />

<strong>The</strong> dinosaur swallowed that valorous thane,<br />

And thus Sir Gilbert was slain.<br />

But the armored apparel he wore for that ride,<br />

However was rough on that reptile's inside.<br />

<strong>The</strong> dinosaur presently laid down and died,<br />

And honor was thus satisfied.<br />

But, Sir Gilbert was no longer around to care,<br />

So hesitate to disturb God with your prayer.<br />

For He might answer it and then how you fare<br />

Is yours and no other’s affair.

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