Poem- Beltane



Beltane approaches us, boys and girls.
Time to frolic, and whirl, and twirl,
Around the Maypole, so strong and so tall,
Symbol of the God, who fertilizes all
The crops in the fields, our harvest to come,
For sacrifice in fall, to feed everyone.
But now we celebrate his union divine
With the Goddess, our mother, at this sacred time.
So dance if ye will, make love and make merry.
Come down to the bonfire for fun, do not tarry!


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