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PD Samhain 15

The latest issue of Pagan Dawn is out and here is all the extra content to go along with our Children and Families page.  As well as our page the magazine has some really great recipes and an article on Ritual work in University spaces for when our saplings fly the nest (apologies for the hideously mixed metaphor there).

Pl10989122_526027844223402_999421816508977414_oease click here for the full content and please do get in touch to let us know how your celebrate together as a family.

 

 

Poetry Competition – Wining Poems

poetryWe had some great poems submitted for our Summer poetry competition and after much thinking we have 2 winners.  Our runner up is Dylan from North Yorkshire

The Summer Solstice
It was 3 0 clock in the morning in the circle
and everyone was yawning waiting for the sun
for when it rose they would have some fun and worship the Gods all the day long.

Our Book winning first prize winner is Berry from Dorset and here is their wonderful poem.

BELTAiNE.

Beltaine is the turning
Beltaine is the first of May,
Beltaine is the changing
From the dark to the lighter way.

Beltaine has a Maypole
We dance and weave around the staff,
Beltaine is a happy time
For people to sing and laugh.

Flames are roaring
From the hills
With magic and intentions,
From their ancestral wills.

The flowers are spreading round in a circle
Forming the shape of a delicate crown,
They’re all different colours, some of delicate purple,
Casting the earth with a scented gown.

The shimmering blossoms are on the trees,
Fragrant like the honey of bees.
The circle of life!
This is Beltaine.
The circle of life!
Turns round again.

 

Grandmother Wolf and the Harvest: A Lammas story

corn sheafGrandmother Wolf lived at the edge of the village, in a little cottage surrounded by lots of interesting plants.  The children loved to visit her to listen to her stories, help out in her garden and follow her on her little adventures.

One day, at the end of July, The children walked up the path of Grandmother’s cottage and met her coming the other way.

“Come on!” she said “The men are cutting the corn on the big field, they’ve got a new harvester” and off she hurried up the path and round the corner.  The children scurried in her wake.

When they all got to the big field they did not see what they expected.  There was no chugging beast sucking up the corn and spitting out nice round bales of straw.  No, there were all the men of the village standing around scratching their heads and occasionally kicking the wheel of the harvester.

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