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Poems By Shaun K.:

Arthur's Land,  The White Oak,


Arthur's Land

In Arthur's land,
Where Time began.
In the cauldron of Tyr-an-Nog
From Otherworldly fog.
Did a man Arise,
Bold True And Wise.

His light to rescue the beleaguered.
To free the down trodden from their fetters.
Of noble birth, comets foretold of his coming.
To a land in the depths of suffering.

His light to unite the tribes of the one.
To drive the Saxon from the Mighty Isle.
To end the conquest of Rome.
To stop the quarrelling Kings at home.
For peace, for love, for justice.
For the people, a kingdom of Truth!

From times of Old,
Do the Ancestors return.
To aid the resurgence of light.
In Arthur's Land the future was bright!

Existing in between space and time,
Arthur the King of Myth and Rhyme.
No other could match such deeds.
None. But one ~ when he returns again to Lead.
Bringing us once more to Truth.
Away from these media un-truths.

Cutting with a sword of light,
Through the clutter of our minds.
Coming back to what is real.
Leaving behind the concepts and surreal.
Living with the land, hearing our Hearts.
Destroying the mind sets that Keep us apart.

Oh! But his cry to our hearts is a simple one ~
"My people!"
"BE TRUE!"
"Each and everyone!"

                                ~ Shaun May 96


 

The White Oak

Standing tall and proud,
None other it's equal.
Great tree of wisdom light.
In the mists, the White Oak shines bright.

Glimpse of words in whispering boughs
But nothing to be seen above or below
Yet Ages speak clearly, understanding looming
Without a sound, revelation of times before,
and times yet arriving.

Tree of Life, teaching laws of life.
From a golden seed it did sprout,
In the cauldron of earth, before words, it was grown.
And yet along with mens hearts it was born.

Record keeper of the race of men.
Protector of wisdom on the Mighty Isle.
Chief of trees, life giver, shelter and Gate
Druids totem, Guardian to worlds beyond
and Mens fate.

Spirit tree of the heart,
Though none shall see, we shall never be apart.
Prophecies may come and go,
But none shall see what you know.

The Awens's Awen, great tree of renowned
Guide us back to ancient wisdom -
The within, beyond our own.

- Shaun march 96




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