Rhian took her best milk cow
two sheep skins
and her healthy sow
to Olwen in the woods
of green to plead
for her to intercede..
"Olwen help me if you can
i've just a wee daughter
and a fading man
the sun makes him crawl
when he tries to plough
he never does fall
I don't know how
My daughter is pretty
and her hands are soft
she dreams of spirits
and gazes aloft
her eyes are far sighted
gentle and grey
she is my sweet
and I'll keep her that way
Please send me a boy
to work the land
so my girl can keep
that soft wee hand
before my good man
leaves us all
I need a child
please hear our call"
"Listen Rhian of Pont Erwyd
nothing from me ever is hid
you sit and keep your gifts so kind
sit and listen as I speak my mind
Put your girl into the field,
teach her to farm and tools to wield
she will come to love the work of her hands
as much as any worthy man
Your husband may be hurt inside
I healed his wound when he nearly died
don't worry Rhian oh my dear
He won't leave you for many a year
Send the girl to the Leri for my special grey clay
she must bring it back by the next day
I will throw a *** of ancient form
then work it till the clay is warm
next bring your barley your seeds and leaves
into the *** then these we will weave
I'll fire it and as they burn off in smoke
my timeless words will be soft spoke
they will carry the spell into the air
far out to the goddess strong and fair
a bargain she will make for you
think on this her word is true
Rhian tell your Daughter Nef
to think and hold a moments breath
what she can have for her long life
does she want to be a wife
Rhian a boy will come to you soon
lie with your man on the next full moon
and if your Nef then makes a choice
she will speak with the Goddess' voice
No girl of quiet soft and neat
Woman of spirit rough hands and feet
striding over the hills and vales
One more Great Woman for the Gaels"
" Olwen you are so right to see
the truth and what will come to be
but keep you my gifts I'll gladly part
for the words you give and your warm heart"
Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 2:00 AM UTC
Rhian took her best milk cow
two sheep skins
and her healthy sow
to Olwen in the woods
of green to plead
for her to intercede..
"Olwen help me if you can
i've just a wee daughter
and a fading man
the sun makes him crawl
when he tries to plough
he never does fall
I don't know how
My daughter is pretty
and her hands are soft
she dreams of spirits
and gazes aloft
her eyes are far sighted
gentle and grey
she is my sweet
and I'll keep her that way
Please send me a boy
to work the land
so my girl can keep
that soft wee hand
before my good man
leaves us all
I need a child
please hear our call"
"Listen Rhian of Pont Erwyd
nothing from me ever is hid
you sit and keep your gifts so kind
sit and listen as I speak my mind
Put your girl into the field,
teach her to farm and tools to wield
she will come to love the work of her hands
as much as any worthy man
Your husband may be hurt inside
I healed his wound when he nearly died
don't worry Rhian oh my dear
He won't leave you for many a year
Send the girl to the Leri for my special grey clay
she must bring it back by the next day
I will throw a *** of ancient form
then work it till the clay is warm
next bring your barley your seeds and leaves
into the *** then these we will weave
I'll fire it and as they burn off in smoke
my timeless words will be soft spoke
they will carry the spell into the air
far out to the goddess strong and fair
a bargain she will make for you
think on this her word is true
Rhian tell your Daughter Nef
to think and hold a moments breath
what she can have for her long life
does she want to be a wife
Rhian a boy will come to you soon
lie with your man on the next full moon
and if your Nef then makes a choice
she will speak with the Goddess' voice
No girl of quiet soft and neat
Woman of spirit rough hands and feet
striding over the hills and vales
One more Great Woman for the Gaels"
" Olwen you are so right to see
the truth and what will come to be
but keep you my gifts I'll gladly part
for the words you give and your warm heart"
More work time sneaky poems....will get the sack......shhhhh
