21/6/2009
My favourite day of the year, as my birthday approaches,
we celebrated in the sun with a barb-e-que.
We saw hitchhikers,
Going down to
Stonehenge,
Not Druids,
But backpackers
Paying homage
To our Sun,
On her highest day,
Her brightest day,
Her longest day,
Her Summer Solstice.
Worshipping
The life-giving
Uber-force
Of sunlight.
The gift of light,
In an ever,
Darkening world.
From a happy God,
To all His children,
Wherever they may be,
Equally.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 583 times
Written on 2009-06-21 at 23:48
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
My favourite day of the year, as my birthday approaches,
we celebrated in the sun with a barb-e-que.
Midsummer's Day
We saw hitchhikers,
Going down to
Stonehenge,
Not Druids,
But backpackers
Paying homage
To our Sun,
On her highest day,
Her brightest day,
Her longest day,
Her Summer Solstice.
Worshipping
The life-giving
Uber-force
Of sunlight.
The gift of light,
In an ever,
Darkening world.
From a happy God,
To all His children,
Wherever they may be,
Equally.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 583 times
Written on 2009-06-21 at 23:48
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
Malin Johansson |
|
Rob Graber |
| Texts |
 by Esti D-G Latest textsMy First Lesson in Anti-SemitismEven The Crown During Lockdown Sugar Sixty Years of Secrets My favoritesBad Stuff, Good StuffMore Love Than My Mother |
Increase font
Decrease