Shining Lakes Grove Lughnasadh Rituals

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Poetry from the Lughnasadh 2000 Championship Competition

The winning poem:

Harvest 2000

(by Toad McGuire)

Red apple, golden grain
The Gods provide once a year
The Harvest.

We toil and sweat
To bring in the best of
The Harvest.

Thrash and slice
Shuck and store
That Harvest.

Lest we forget, honor thy Gods
Thrice for that Harvest.

So set aside a day for your
Own Harvest
And thank the Gods for our bounty
Of all that is good
To sustain us 'til next year's
Harvest.

Author's Note: I am not a writer by any means, but a warrior. Spoken words were never meant to be written down, only passed by word of mouth to the next generation of our Tribe. -- Toad McGuire, Shining Lakes 2000 Grove Champion

Harvest

(by Davroz)

At each day's awakening,
Rise and partake of the bounty,
Counting blessings bestowed
And repaying favors owed.

For each one is a provider
To the mother,
And beside her we strive
For another day to be alive.

Lest we forget our due,
She gives us tasks anew;
That each may work to solve
And meet with firm resolve.

If we are bold and strong,
We are assured of long unworried life.
If we are weak and lost,
The cost is pain and strife.

When day is done
And we have in hand our justly won reward,
Look to each other, sisters and brothers,
And bless the harvest of another day.