Wednesday, May 02, 2007

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


Blogger Lyle Daggett said...

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.


11:09 PM  
Blogger Lyle Daggett said...

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.

11:12 PM  
Anonymous Al said...

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.

8:23 AM  
Blogger Lyle Daggett said...

Thanks, Al! (And thanks for fixing the indents.)

8:18 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

awesome labor inspired prose and so stimulating to read the socialist lit you have

12:39 PM  

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