May Day
In honor of our Worker's Holiday --
the pennywhistler's tune
follow me down
the green road
the day is rising
a field of song
the high round ring
of silver bells
where the stream falls
by the broken wall
the gray road rises
the high round field
to the rim of the earth
we carry our feet
the shadowed trees
that whisper your name
a dance and a game
and the wind flows low
the stars are rising
a moon of song
on the red hills
in the silver light
the child's name
is the hope of the earth
come follow me down
by the silent mill
through the silent night
we carry our song
a whistle a dance
with the ghost of hope
our feet on the road
the wind in our hands
the voice of the leaves
is a river of dreams
together we circle
by hand by round
by heart by truth
our children sleep
in the bright red dawn
let our song rise free
now sleepers awake
now sleepers awake
-- Lyle Daggett
the pennywhistler's tune
follow me down
the green road
the day is rising
a field of song
the high round ring
of silver bells
where the stream falls
by the broken wall
the gray road rises
the high round field
to the rim of the earth
we carry our feet
the shadowed trees
that whisper your name
a dance and a game
and the wind flows low
the stars are rising
a moon of song
on the red hills
in the silver light
the child's name
is the hope of the earth
come follow me down
by the silent mill
through the silent night
we carry our song
a whistle a dance
with the ghost of hope
our feet on the road
the wind in our hands
the voice of the leaves
is a river of dreams
together we circle
by hand by round
by heart by truth
our children sleep
in the bright red dawn
let our song rise free
now sleepers awake
now sleepers awake
posted by Jaded Prole at 8:50 AM
5 Comments:
Al, it's not that I mind your publishing the poem here (after I sent it out to the recipients of my small e-mail list yesterday) --
However, in the future, please ask first.
Thanks...
Also, for the benefit of any readers interested, in the original the poem has indents every other line (second line, fourth line, sixth line, etc.) throughout the poem. Indents are difficult to do in html.
Oh, the travails of publishing! Since you were putting it out there I thought it deserved posting. I will consult you first in the future. It is a fine poem, I hope it reads better now.
Thanks, Al! (And thanks for fixing the indents.)
awesome labor inspired prose and so stimulating to read the socialist lit you have
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