Yule in the Roundhouse by RavenSummerisle, literature
Literature
Yule in the Roundhouse
Outside now the wind doth blow,
And silently falls the deep winter snow,
Yet in here we're all toasty and warm,
As we sit out this cold winter storm!
Sits the fire in center of the room,
Crackling blaze dispells the gloom,
Smoky warm atmosphere we all share,
As our feast we do now prepare!
Yester sunset through Stones we saw,
Thus today is Yule in our Lore!
So now Winter is at it's dark height,
We will feast to welcome returning light!
Boughs of evergreen brought inside,
Fresh pine scent it does provide,
Masking those smells that are so strong,
And that have been with us for so very long!
Hung from the rafters the food we hoar
Making a Stand?
Walking the path that calls to my soul,
Recalled again to play my Role,
Living a life rooted in the Old Ways,
Learning once more for all of my days!
Finding my way along the crooked path,
Sorting wisdom from chiff and chaff,
Living a life rooted in the Land,
Yet yearning for more, to make a stand!
The Land calls me forth to live a greener life,
Sustainable and self sufficient, with all its strife,
Earthen Sheltered I wish a home for me,
Yet without money its not to be!
Short-sighted rules of those who planned,
Keep us chained to a life that's killing the Land!
Profitable decisions rule the day,
Yet in the long