by | Aug 30, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

Who, or what, is the Green Man?
I’m glad you ask, my dear.
The Green Man is within you,
Though his presence is unclear.
He stems from the time of mystery,
When Mastodons walked the land
And only nature’s wisdom
Guided man’s pagan hand.
You ask if you can find him?
Yes! He never went away,
But grew on through your bloodline,
Even to this very day.
If you gaze at the moon in wonder,
Or stare at a camp fire and sigh,
Or wander ‘midst Oak tree and forest;
You’ll find him, by and by.


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