The Stranger
One more time I heave and sigh when walking down the street
Glance turns to stare, without a care, from strangers that I meet
I wear no robes or garland crown but a star hangs by my breast
They do not know which path I chose, from east to north or west
My hair is long my pace is strong my head held high with grace
A stranger stops, by some book shop and stares me in the face
Do I know her, she’s wearing fake fur, no a stranger still to me
‘Can I help you, are you lost’ my voice still happy and free
‘No’ she speaks, ‘I have a cheek, but a question can I ask’
‘Of course’ I say, in some dismay in this puzzle in a mask
‘I saw your star, from afar, I was wondering if you knew’
‘That it is the sign of devil, you know its been said by a few’
‘Well’ I do say, I start to show; ‘I don’t know where you heard’
‘But the few who told, are not so bold, they all sound quite absurd
‘They should read up first, learn to research in their sad reality’
‘About pagan lore and worlds before the coming of Christianity’
‘You will be surprised I tell you no lies, there’s nothing evil here’
‘Only truths not told and rumours that hold a gullible sense of fear’
My head does bow, I speak to her now ‘I do not mean to bitch’
‘But I hate people telling lies about what it takes to be a witch’
Now will she turn and cut me down, as some have done before
Will I have run away to plea for help, in some old stranger’s door?
But no, she smiles, light in her eyes ‘that’s cool’ she says to me
‘I wish I knew, the truth of few, and how they came to be’
‘You can I say, if you let me prey, come now with me and see’
I take her hand and lead her round the bookshop in the street
And show her books of pagan lore; she finds it such a treat
‘So now you know, I had to show how witchcraft can be good’
‘To believe in myths of nature pure and lord and lady wood’
‘To sing with love and feel no hate through seasons of the year’
‘We try and help our mother earth, with the moon and sun we care’
She laughs aloud and strokes my arm ‘I’m glad we came to meet’
‘I've never met someone as happy as you when walking in this street’
‘You do not preach, just try and teach the way that you do rejoice’
‘I will never bitch behind pagan’s back or ignore the witch’s voice,
And so she goes, walks with a pose, I’m sure she will ignore
The stranger witch, who tried to teach her the truth in pagan lore
Well more is less and less is more; I gave an open hand
To a stranger in a shopping mall in England’s sacred land
(c) A. haney
One more time I heave and sigh when walking down the street
Glance turns to stare, without a care, from strangers that I meet
I wear no robes or garland crown but a star hangs by my breast
They do not know which path I chose, from east to north or west
My hair is long my pace is strong my head held high with grace
A stranger stops, by some book shop and stares me in the face
Do I know her, she’s wearing fake fur, no a stranger still to me
‘Can I help you, are you lost’ my voice still happy and free
‘No’ she speaks, ‘I have a cheek, but a question can I ask’
‘Of course’ I say, in some dismay in this puzzle in a mask
‘I saw your star, from afar, I was wondering if you knew’
‘That it is the sign of devil, you know its been said by a few’
‘Well’ I do say, I start to show; ‘I don’t know where you heard’
‘But the few who told, are not so bold, they all sound quite absurd
‘They should read up first, learn to research in their sad reality’
‘About pagan lore and worlds before the coming of Christianity’
‘You will be surprised I tell you no lies, there’s nothing evil here’
‘Only truths not told and rumours that hold a gullible sense of fear’
My head does bow, I speak to her now ‘I do not mean to bitch’
‘But I hate people telling lies about what it takes to be a witch’
Now will she turn and cut me down, as some have done before
Will I have run away to plea for help, in some old stranger’s door?
But no, she smiles, light in her eyes ‘that’s cool’ she says to me
‘I wish I knew, the truth of few, and how they came to be’
‘You can I say, if you let me prey, come now with me and see’
I take her hand and lead her round the bookshop in the street
And show her books of pagan lore; she finds it such a treat
‘So now you know, I had to show how witchcraft can be good’
‘To believe in myths of nature pure and lord and lady wood’
‘To sing with love and feel no hate through seasons of the year’
‘We try and help our mother earth, with the moon and sun we care’
She laughs aloud and strokes my arm ‘I’m glad we came to meet’
‘I've never met someone as happy as you when walking in this street’
‘You do not preach, just try and teach the way that you do rejoice’
‘I will never bitch behind pagan’s back or ignore the witch’s voice,
And so she goes, walks with a pose, I’m sure she will ignore
The stranger witch, who tried to teach her the truth in pagan lore
Well more is less and less is more; I gave an open hand
To a stranger in a shopping mall in England’s sacred land
(c) A. haney
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