Again my memories flash back 
Retracing my destiny track 
Now stirringly reminding me 
Of my great past, perfect and free 
And there I stood, the blue-eyed Celt 
A golden sickle in my belt 
My body wrapped in large white cloth 
And in my heart the holy oath 
A cool wind crossed the endless land 
So strong that even oaks would bend 
The hills so green, the sky so blue 
A world so strong, so pure and true 
And right within this clarity 
There was that beloved mystery 
The magic that crossed the wide land 
Like the lines on my druidic hand 

By Galin Deiseal