Druid's Glenn

A rugged field, a crossing made From bough to place of lovely shade That cooling spot, where water breaks The limestone rock, the shore of lake Where once he came, in hooded gown With stick made from old branch pared down A sacrifice, the drops of blood A secret prayer, a roaring flood Times move on, preoccupied The druid tends to other skies Down here on earth, with no ill will The cooling spot,…