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May 3rd, 2017 
Awake Goy By John Michael Estes
Once there was a lonely lass who tended hedge of green,
Sowing it with seeds to bring forth colors of the Spring.
With fair and fruitful fingers she broke the loamy Earth;
She planted from her heart to see what she could birth.
Beside the edge of the lawn she planted bush of rose;
With doting care she hovered there, tending it to grow.
The Spring came and Nature’s flame set the Life-flow free,
The rose bush grew from buds to blooms, grace for eyes to see.
In a vigil ‘oft she’d toil at the rose bush side,
To pluck the weeds and prune with heed so it grew with pride.
To water it and nourish it, she made this her way,
And visit belov’d rose bush this did she ev’ry day.
Bloom’d it did and color swirls twinkled in the Sun,
And rose bush grew shining true of health and vigor won.
In the solace of its leaves its heart it did attract
The interest of a May Queen to build her habitat.
Play among the leaves she did and flit about the blooms,
Resting on the stems so fit and bathing in the dew.
Magic did she breathe into this rose bush of her home-
Magic born of lonely lass who planted rose alone.
As time marched forward Summer days grew hot as fire.
The May Queen stayed deep in the shade playing on her lyre.
Press of demands called upon the life of lonely lass,
The rose bush was neglected and rarely did she pass.
Her interest had not faded or loved she any less,
The rose bush she had planted and worked so hard to dress.
No time she found to prune or pull away the weeds,
To water and to nourish the rose bush and its needs.
When lonesome lass found some time to tend the rose bush ground,
She was cut down to the heart and cried at what she found:
The rose bush she had loved had fallen weak and sick,
In place of leaves and blooms was naught but nest of sticks.
It hurt her soul to see the loss that had gone so far,
She had to fill the bare hole to soothe her weeping heart.
So up she pulled the nest of sticks to plant something new,
And in the place of rose bush some other plant now grew.
But out of love and Troth she could not destroy the sticks,
The skeleton of rose bush on which her heart had fix’d.
The May Queen followed after her to the place of rest
Where she planted rose bush, expectant of its death.
Then she turned her face away for brought her this much pain-
To set her eyes upon new plant and to hope for rain.
Yet cool rain did not come to stay the scorching Sun,
And the May Queen did not cast the love charms she had spun.
Yet still the lass tarried on to fill this lonesome space,
Labor did she more on the plant that took the other’s place.
But her efforts all had failed no matter how she tried,
The new plant wither’d away just as she did inside.
So she went in ‘membrance to the rose bush she had left;
To the mound beneath the trees where her heart had wept:
And to her tears of joy did the May Queens magic bring,
Sprouting forth a blossom glowing bright beneath dark trees.
So a taste of Wisdom can be found within this tale,
Never should we give up on love or the May Queen’s spell-
Though the Sun has its place in flower’s sweetish smell,
It is from the dirt and rain that flowers do avail.
Source Article from http://www.renegadetribune.com/bloom-may-queen/
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