For Lughnasadd
For Lammas Eve
We’re standing here
With powdered sleeve
We knead this bread
This bread we knead
For Lughnasadd
For Lammas Eve
For Lammas Eve
For Lughnasadd
We’ve blessed this bread
With breath of Maat
With earth and water
Coven and hearth
For Lammas Eve
For Lughnasadd
It’s Lughnasadd
It’s Lammas Eve
And we’re all off
To Lammas Feast
With bread to share
And songs to weave
It’s Lughnasadd
It’s Lammas Eve
Listen to the song
(c) 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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