Diaspora
December 7th, 2009 | 
Author: Although my feet
Have never walked
Upon ancestral lands
And I’ve never heard
The winds sing a song
Across the Motherland
Though I have never
Laid my own hands
Upon a standing stone
I will sing the old song
I will honour the old gods
I will learn the old ways
And make them new again
For a man or woman
Who is without roots
Finds it all too easy
To cut down another’s tree
And so I will connect
With this New World
I will love, I will learn
This, my dear land
New ways for me to make
Like forefathers of old
New paths for me to blaze
New stories to be told
I will sing the old songs
I will honour the old gods
I will learn the old ways
And make them new again
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Love this.
Thanks! I am getting my Brendan (who is a bard) to put it to music
I like this.
I find “For a man or woman
Who is without roots
Finds it all too easy
To cut down another’s tree”
to be particularly insightful.
This is beautiful…