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I’d build a big tall henge
With stones by the dozen
Placed in a million-acre wood,
A fine green hill with a burial mound below.
There could be one long labyrinth just going up
And one even longer coming down
And one more leading
Nowhere just for show!
I’d fill my grove with trees,
Protect endangered wildlife,
For the world to come and see,
Filled with beauty and a campground.
A peaceful place, no strife,
Pollution or roads;
Our woods like an island in the sea,
If I had a wealthy grove.
If I had a rich grove
Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum
If I had a wealthy grove.
I wouldn’t have to work hard
Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum
If I had a biddy bidy rich
Deedle daidle deedle daidle grove.
I see my school, my college,
Looking like a rich church’s school,
With a proper faculty
Researching Dru’dry to our heart’s delight.
I see us drawing students
All shuffling in baggy robes
Oy! What a happy place we’d be,
Singing at the bonfires day and night!
If I were paid I’d have the time I lack
To sit in the hill-top tow’r and pray
And maybe have a seat by the eastern wall
And I’d discuss the holy books
With the learned folk
Seven hours every day.
That could be the sweetest thing of all.
The most important folk in town
Will come down to our woods.
They will ask me to advise them
Like old King Connor the wise;
“If you please Arch Druid,
Pardon me Arch Druid”
Posing problems that would cross
An Ollamh’s eyes.
Draoi, Draoi, Draoi, Draoi, Draoi, Draoi, Draoi, Draoi.
And it won’t make one bit of difference
If I answer right or wrong.
When you’re rich,
They think you really know.
If I had a rich grove
Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum
If I had a wealthy grove.
I wouldn’t have to work hard
Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum
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If I had a biddy bidy rich
Deedle daidle deedle daidle grove.
If I had a rich grove
Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum
Gods help me reach these noble dreams,
Yes, no matter how hard it seems.
I’d even steal a dragon’s treasure trove,
How I want a wealthy grove!
Grief Stricken America
By Shane A. Saylor 11.30.2001
Old Glory flaps in the wind, soaked with [the] tears of the slain.
The tears keep coming down in buckets, with end in sight.
And yet, our own tears are mixed with theirs here on the
ground. The ground is soaked with both blood and tears. And as
I gaze at the hills above I wonder when the land will slide down
And bury us in our grief. Our grief can smother us if we let it.
But how do we fight something that comes in waves? That can
come at unexpected times? How do fight something that is
akin to quicksand? It threatens to pull us down, to weaken
our resolve. Our morale has suffered a large wound. The time it
will take to heal is immeasurable. America is wounded. And it is
lashing out at our oppressors like a wounded animal. Yet I fear
that this wounded animal will, with time, turn on its allies before
it falls dead, its heart filled with vengeance and it soul filled with
grief.
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Bardic Salvo #5: Jan 1 st , 2002
I'm a Believer
Copyrighted Parody by Gayla Paul of Corn Grove, Iowa,2000
Original by Neil Diamond, copyright song “I’m a Believer” 1966
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I thought Druids only lived in fairy tales
Magic everywhere but not for me
Life was out to get me
That's the way it seems
Then it came together like a dream
I found sacred space
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I'm a Druid
And I'm a believer
I couldn't leave Her if I tried
Earth-Mother blesses me with many things
Laughing Be'al makes my heart feel light
Now I walk in wonder
In awe of everything
Better even than my wildest dreams