Golden Dawn Remembered Poem by Laura Gail Sweeney

Fruitful delights of Golden Dawn arise,
Whereby solstice smiles upon a new day,
Cliffs of Moher, where daisies do fantasize
Of one's yesteryear reigning in the hay.
Otherwise, fairies return to their caverns
Where they hibernate amidst clay trolls
And make peace amongst fiery dragons
Winter thrust ice upon primal coals
It was a place immersed in dreamy floods
Bog kings and queens alike struck red solstice.
Lamastide waters flowed, birthing love
Dancing Irish tilled their homestead,
The past washed away, a time to be proud of!
A voice cried from the emerald terrain
Of forefathers who called out to all, welcome again!