Herne
December 19, 2009
He wears the evergreen forest
the sharp horns of the strongest beast.
He is life, He is death
He is the valley in between.
He is hungry for a change
As nuclear reactions are released
He is war, he is peace
He is the future still unseen.
He blows holy smoke rings
As angels fall and devils feast.
He is light, he is dark
He is all the shades in between.
He is the wild man of the woods
He is hunted by the priest.
He is love, he is hate
He is lost in a sea of green.
He wears the evergreen forest
the sharp horns of the strongest beast.
He is life, He is death
He is the valley in between.
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I love this poem. A subject near to my heart. I have a friend who runs a Green Man blog that features poetry on this subject. I am sure he would welcome this one if you submitted it. If you are interested let me know and I will send you the link.