The Greenman Picture

Green man in the garden, staring from the tree
Why do you look so long and hard, through the pain in me
Your eyes are dark as holly, of sycamore your horns
Your bones are made of elder branch; your teeth are made of thorns
Your hat is made of ivy leaf, of bark your dancing shoes
And evergreen and green and green, your jacket and shirt and trous

Leave your house and leave your land and throw away the key
And never look behind, he croaked, and come and live with me
I bolted up the window; I bolted up the door
I drew up the blind, that I should find the green man nevermore
But as I softly turned the stair, as I went up to bed
I saw the Green man standing there, sleep well my friend he said.

-Charles Causley

I am the wind which breathes upon the sea,
I am the wave of the ocean,
I am the murmur of the billows,
I am the ox of the seven combats,
I am the vulture upon the rocks,
I am a beam of the sun,
I am the fairest of plants,
I am the wild boar in valour,
I am the salmon in the water,
I am a lake in the plain,
I am a world of knowledge,
I am the point of the lance of battle,
I am the God who created the fire in the head.
-Amairgen, Ancient Irish cheif and poet
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