Oak Tree, Chalice Well Gardens, Glastonbury 2010

Green Man

Come Green Man
Be with us
In perfect love
And perfect trust
Spread your seed
Green this land
Bring forth life
Reach out your hand

We give thanks
To Green Man
You spread your seed
We take your hand
Don’t stray far
Please stay near
The wilderness cries
We need you here

Listen to the song

©A M Hunter 2013

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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