Lughnasagh Poem
O Great Father of the sun and Mother of the grains,
We celebrate our harvest and of the light that remains
All in lifes great garden, we be ever thankful for
As we feast on our treats of bread, cider and more
You give us your gifts that you so lovingly bare
All your crops and your fruits you so humbly share
As we harvest the seeds that we planted before
Of our hopes and our dreams may they now come to the fore
We celebrate our harvest and of the light that remains
All in lifes great garden, we be ever thankful for
As we feast on our treats of bread, cider and more
You give us your gifts that you so lovingly bare
All your crops and your fruits you so humbly share
As we harvest the seeds that we planted before
Of our hopes and our dreams may they now come to the fore
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