Diaspora

Published December 7, 2009 | By Juniper

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

Mist says:

December 8, 2009 at 2:54 am

Love this.
Juniper says:

December 8, 2009 at 4:21 am

Thanks! I am getting my Brendan (who is a bard) to put it to music
Shastan says:

December 11, 2009 at 8:29 am

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.
Kimberly says:

December 21, 2009 at 8:05 pm

This is beautiful…