It doesn't fit all druid kind
But it's the druid I want to see
The druid who would be like me
Twould be an elf so tall and slim
Upon who's face would be a grin
He would never feel the need
For wine or whisky, beer or mead
He'd wear a robe of the lightest silk
The colour of good rich sweet milk
He'd have no shoes upon his feet
He'd walk bare-foot in rain and sleet
He'd skip along the forest floor
Or run beside the ocean's shore
He'd sleep high up in a tree
He'd have a cat for company
He'd sometimes roam the woods at night
But also do so in daylight
He'd have a staff of mighty oak
All carved with runes which would invoke
Great awe in all those he met
A staff nobody would forget
He'd hold it up to the sky
And sing a song of time gone by
He'd really know his history
From ancient times to modernity
He'd be so kind and good and wise
His talents would be of giant size
He'd teach all children to love the woods
To plant as many trees as they could
This is the druid that I see
When I let myself think of how they should be.
Note: I don't want all druids to be like this, and the fact that he is male and not female doesn't mean anything. I simply needed a gender so I could choose which pronoun to use.
Copyright by Green Druid September 26, 2004.
Green Druid
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This is lovely, your personal feelings of what being a druid would entail. Very nice poem 
I'm too lazy to find that mapleleaf emoticon. :lol: Glad you liked my poem...I am finding nowadays that after I write something, I start hating it which didn't used to happen to me all the time. 
(it's a green smiling maple leaf, just in case you were interested) 
