Summer Solstice.

(The Rain of the Druids..)

If the Druids truly
Raised, the sun to life
At this time.
This the time of
Summer Solstice
On the blade of
Sharpest knives.

Then the view of the
Outside, from beyond
My window pane,
This window view,
This Summer Solstice:
Sheeting, pouring,
Streaming rain.

On such a raining
Morn as this, Druids
Would, in ragged drifts
Down their knives, and
Leave their shifts.
Then squelch off home
To egg and chips!

This poem,Summer Solstice (The Rain of the Druids), is ©:1994 S.N.Mousir-Harrison.