Greetings to all from Coo & Co :>)
This is our Poem of the Month for our local folk group. We shared it on the Bay last year and we apologise for the repost; alas, we have little time for poetry these days. But we wish All Good Things, as usual :>)


Now hear ye all our fruity song
to rouse these trees in winter,
come join our dance in joyful throng,
try not to get a splinter.

Wassail, wassail to thee, King Tree,
and all thy court and county,
that come the autumn these boughs shall be
full blessed with apple bounty!

We clash our sticks to make a din,
then weave around the branches,
make up a ring, then all skip in
and out in goodly dances.


Now time’s arrived to wake the king
and all across the shires,
we set our pots and pans howling
’til BANG! the rifle fires.


Then let’s hang up a ball of fat
for Robin guards the orchard,
and toast fresh dipped in cider vat,
’twill bring the fruiting forward.


And next, we pours some cider round
King Tree’s grand trunk and old roots,
so when ’tis springtime he’ll abound
in fresh and green and gold shoots.


Last act, we toast to thy good health,
dear tree, and may thee flourish,
and blossom e’er with apple wealth
that serves ourselves to nourish.


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Written on 2016-01-18 at 00:18

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is one well worth rereading.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice to read. You really do love your cider :)

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
So enjoyed so much. Thank you.

Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
PS: ...and we shall catch up with our commenting soon! :>)