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  • Duane Marshall
    Lughnasadh © 2002 Raven Spirit Waning days Waving grain The summer months begin to fade The horned one walks to the shades Day of first fruits You reap what
    Message 1 of 1 , Jul 30, 2003
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      Lughnasadh
      © 2002 Raven Spirit


      Waning days
      Waving grain

      The summer months begin to fade
      The horned one walks to the shades

      Day of first fruits
      You reap what you sow

      Is your grain all bland
      Or with flavor, you know

      Nines moths we have nurtured
      And cared for our goals
      Now we are birthing
      Like mother and foal

      The seeds we have planted
      Watered and helped grow
      We now begin to harvest
      The seeds we have sown

      But the growing is not over
      More cycles to pass
      So weed your fields
      Err it be your ass

      Tis a time of great merriment
      Games to be played
      To honor the ancients
      And the wisdom they say

      Hail to Fair Tailtiu
      For whom the games are named
      That tests the skill and knowledge of both me and you
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