Poem Hunter
ST (Aug.11,1973 / Manitoulin Island, Ontario)


Poem By Steve Trimmer

Sweet Druidess, thy magick truely awes me
With gentle kiss, thy potion cures maladies
On dolmen alter, or in the glen
Thy incantations, make ammends
Thy silver disk will wax and wane
Ne`er retained, I beseech thee
Bring me there again

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Boy, you work wonders with your words. I know that I've mention Sir Walter Scott meeting you, but what about John Donne. He would love your poems. GOOD, GOOD! ! !