A beautiful poem

I dreamed there were thirteen treasures in Britain, Not the wealth of feudal kings, nor yet their power, No weapons of war, no tools for control. I saw the generous loom Taking but a small handful of threads To warm and clothe a humble back. The log that burns and yet remains. Come […]

via Thirteen treasures – a poem — Druid Life

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