The Barrow Man Poem by john thomas

Long, long I have lain here
Two hundred lives or more,
Once a clannish warrior
Now I carry my spear no more.

The aeons have made my melting pot
Marked by the phases of the moon,
The threefold Goddess overhead
She the mother, maiden and cro’ne.

Once I walked upon this earth
When sun did warm my face,
And breeze did sing with ancient song
Whispered words that fill this place.

Brothers now, I and the earth
Our hearts and souls are bound,
Here rests my spirit in this soil
Mixed in these stones, this ground.

Long, long I have lain here
And I have listened and understood,
For moons eternal, beyond all harm
Content, at peace, such love.

Around me lies my splendid mound
Now scattered to the four,
Gone too are my earthly bones
What use to I? No more.

Gone is the World which I once knew
When a warrior; when a man,
That quiet World, that cruel World
Untouched since creatio’n.

Linger pilgrim, rest with me
Touch me as the ground,
Hear my voice upon the wind - Hear
‘Errintgoth’; as ancient as the sands.

Rest, drink and fill yourself
Here memories do abound,
Long, long I have lain here
Taste this world which I have found.

Sweet pilgrim heed my song
Travel far and see this land,
For one day I will be your all
When we lay here hand in hand.