A Poem by Barbara Ney Ni Saomhair
I am the windswept hill,
and root of tree,
and the roaring wave upon the sea,
I am the lamb of Spring, and a daisy chain,
and the drumbeat of the pouring rain!
I’m in the singing and sighing of the
There is nowhere I am not a part!
I.am planting a permaculture hedge in my local community garden. Is there a pagan interest in such features that I can study?Reply