I am of the forest:

My realm a fortress of trees

Shrouded in mist, cloaked in silence.

Here I graze, with eyes and ears in tune to change;

Ever watching;

Ever listening.

I am of the earth:

My crown in velvet draped

Tall and firm, leafless branches whispering.

Here I stand, alert to cracking twigs and leaf litter’s rustle;

Ever proud;

Ever defiant.

I am the father:

My herd, my subjects and my blood

Calmed by my presence, safe in my sight.

Here I rule, though not by sword and shield I fight;

Every danger,

Every night.

I am the noble:

My kingdom bathed in dappled light

Breathes freedom, gives sanctuary.

Here I remain, steadfast to hold ancestral ground;

Ever strong;

Ever free.

1st October, 2004

              
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