Henge
Happenings
The Official Newsletter for Members of the Henge
of Keltria.
Imbolc 2004 - Issue #61
The Bard's Path....
There Was a Druid Named Moe
by Ni Bhrigid
You won’t find his name in a leather book
or carved in a tree, or on any stone
not in a song, nor a fable, not in any prose
but long ago, there was a Druid named Moe
He had pale green eyes and orange hair
and extra large teeth that made people stare
he could never partake in any Solstice fun
he sunburned and freckled under the summer sun
They say to become a Druid it took twenty years
it took a bit longer with Moe, I fear
he had to repeat Bard more than several times
he forgot all the words and couldn’t ryhme
Believe it or not, he was worse as Seer
he’d forecast and it would happen another year
he’d call upon mist and instead get rain
he’d wave his wand about and hit people’s heads
Gangly he was, his hands hung to his knees
when they gathered in the grove, he reached the trees
but sing he could, like nothing you’ve heard
songs for the gods with his made up words
And his voice would float across the fields
and grace all the young maiden’s ears
they came one by one, and then in groups
the Elders were pleased, Moe had found his groove
The fought to get close and batted their eyes
the elders were touched at such a remarkable sight
“Oh… to reach all the youngsters in their spiritual need…”
the maidens whispered: Look at those hands and feet!
You’ve heard of druids that counseled Kings
predicted wars and practiced magickal things
yet when it came to the youth and their spiritual leanings
all the Druids agreed: “Boy, that Moe could sure sing”
