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(chorus)<br />

we are the winds on the oceans wave<br />

we are the sparkly in the crystal cave<br />

we are the wings <strong>of</strong> a hawk in flight<br />

we transform beings that have gained the sight<br />

Haiku Corner<br />

By Ian Friesland, Ice Floe Grove<br />

Ok, all you Asian aficionados out there-<br />

here’s the first ever known Antarctican Haiku (5-7-5 poem)<br />

South-pole’s Mid-Summer<br />

No trees, no birds, no rivers.<br />

And it is still cold.<br />

Leaves swept in river’s flow,<br />

Many colored, tossed and tumbling.<br />

This is retirement?<br />

<strong>The</strong> Existential Moment (1997)<br />

By K.D. Bennett or Spring Child <strong>of</strong> Berkeley<br />

'Tis a cold, dark night as all seem to be<br />

Melancholic, morbid, romantic characteristically<br />

One such as I who penned these words, being all entwined in me<br />

Can gaze out into this night and, nomadic, free<br />

Give thanks unto myself for quietude; night's hush<br />

Feels me flush 'gainst dream, feeling, thought; plush<br />

Is the plenty <strong>of</strong> leafy tree's rustling rush<br />

And the mystical chirping <strong>of</strong> dark friend cricket in that brush.<br />

***********<br />

Bardic Salvo #4: Dec 15 th , 2001<br />

By Sine Ceolbhinn, D.C. Grove<br />

Yuletide Caroling<br />

Strangely enough, Christmas is one <strong>of</strong> the few times <strong>of</strong> the<br />

year that we feel like singing with our neighbours outside <strong>of</strong> a<br />

karaoke bar. Easter songs? A few. Groundhog Day songs? Not<br />

likely. We all want to sing, but trip over the uncomfortable lyrics,<br />

right? I decided to but together a little list <strong>of</strong> songs that a pagan<br />

could use in company with their monotheistic friends.<br />

I few hours <strong>of</strong> scanning the internet has given me a<br />

collection <strong>of</strong> popular songs that didn’t dwell on babies in food<br />

troughs, righteous crowns, deceased people with bird wings, and<br />

ecstatic shepherds hearing voices in the dark (won’t even go<br />

there.) I prefer my own improbable stories (grin.) Just change<br />

“Christmas” to “Yuletide” and most are okay. Santa Claus is<br />

rather unavoidable, but he’s nearly pagan, and so I let him slide.<br />

Many <strong>of</strong> the songs on the list below have on-line free music-files<br />

& lyrics at:<br />

http://www.chebucto.ns.ca/~ai251/xcarol.html<br />

Auld Lang Syne<br />

<strong>The</strong> Christmas Song (Chestnuts roasting)<br />

388<br />

Deck the Halls<br />

Do <strong>The</strong>y Know its Christmastime at All?<br />

Frosty the Snowman<br />

Grandma Got Hit by a Reindeer<br />

<strong>The</strong> Grinch’s <strong>The</strong>me Song<br />

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas<br />

Here Comes Santa Claus<br />

Holly Jolly Christmas<br />

Home For <strong>The</strong> Holidays<br />

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus<br />

I’ll Be Home For Christmas<br />

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas<br />

It’s the Most Wonderful Time <strong>of</strong> the Year<br />

Jingle Bells<br />

Jingle Bell Rock<br />

Jolly Old Saint Nicholas<br />

Let It Snow<br />

O Christmas Tree<br />

Rocking Around the Christmas Tree<br />

Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer<br />

Silver and Gold<br />

Silver Bells<br />

Sleigh Ride<br />

That Christmas Feeling<br />

Up on the Ro<strong>of</strong>top<br />

We Wish You a Merry Christmas<br />

White Christmas<br />

Winter Wonderland<br />

Pondering Celtic Clans<br />

old castles where once the breath <strong>of</strong> life was strong<br />

reminds my <strong>of</strong> my slaughtered ancestors<br />

living in peace, joy, and strength<br />

gathering their children for the telling <strong>of</strong> tales<br />

now nothing but graveyards remain<br />

castles turned to funeral pyres<br />

and no one left to weep for them<br />

who were there first, and reeled<br />

at the beautiful bounty they experienced in nature<br />

a small candle, a sputtering torch<br />

a pile <strong>of</strong> dead wood gathered for the fire<br />

a fresh mug <strong>of</strong> herbal tea and a wan smile<br />

waking bleary eyed in the fog<br />

tending horses for their journeys<br />

who were not merely servants, but friends<br />

now thinking that all things must come to their ends<br />

and knowing ends for what they truly are<br />

new beginnings<br />

my that sounds pleasant<br />

but it doesn't do a thing for them<br />

my ancient ancestors <strong>of</strong> yore<br />

---kdbennett<br />

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I loved them dearly, I loved them strong<br />

How we all used to get along<br />

In the sun and coming together<br />

In the rain light as Eagle's feather<br />

<strong>The</strong>re, where the stone meets the sky<br />

A fire kept sealed in my mind's eye<br />

Which has seen stranger things<br />

Waits to behold what the future brings<br />

Patiently<br />

For the most part.<br />

---kdbennett

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