Óenach (a poem)
Enviado em 31 de Julho de 2010, 16:56, sob Irlanda, Druidismo, Celtas, Roda do Ano, Poesia Sem comentários »
Swift horses a-running on the plain
Riding hard, victory their sole aim.
In the halls, the banquet’s already served
To the sound of bards who instruct and entertain.
Long ago, the harvest was the measure
Now the tribal bonds are the real treasure
A time for justice and ripe for new weddings
Celebrating life with glee, myrth and pleasure.
It started when the […]