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A Needle to the North Emerald
Deep calls to Deep
By some mysterious and tremendous guild
the trees stirred as an easterly wind
carried messages from tree to tree
all over the globe
a wireless message
where the trees are the great swift carriers
the trees have sensations
how they drink from the fading sunshine.
The day waxed and Rev.Pen beards thoughts were far away
Blind for the love of a language
a call blew into his house
feeding his ambition
nourishing his dreams,hopes,desires
deciding his vocation
soothing his deepest moods.
The story of a man begins when the woddland ghouls had
succeeded in keeping the track dark.
A quickbeam of moonlight became a lamp to Rev Penbeards
feet.He is among God's animated sentinels.Shadow skirts
of black and purple
a perpetual whisper with a million soft lips of green
he feels the inner humming of a quiet life
they draw his to themselves
he sees night doves and follows them into the wood
(some say night doves lay silver eggs)
he could see in the depths of the forest a flickering
'Oh Rown mine,i see you shine.'he begins to sing
'away from the steel and the mill wheels'
is not the tree a musician's treasure?
On his face came the look of youth
I guess songs like trees bring fruit in their time
and in there own way,he thinks to himself.
A bolt of thunder peels and Rev.Penbeard took shelter
under a group of trees known as the seven sisters
a quiet ancient place
here for a thousand years
a great soul,land without ruin
now the spirits want him to do some work for there world
the forest murmers,it dreams,sleeps,broods
takes its time under the mountain
the spirits have made an exact replica of him carved from an ax! a twin a changeling
The giant oak meekly recieves the hero into the bark
the spirit descends from the ladder in safety and comfort
like the old folk tale the dove falls in love with the new
Yes the day waxed and the new Rev.Penbeard
walked back into this world
singing a lullaby from the enchanted wells of his thought
behind him now was a flapping of great sails
a kiss to the stars
a bellowing of victory to the winds