Cornucopia Poem by Mary Champion

The horn of overflowing abundance -
fruits of earth and sea, of forest and plains -
all vitality this vessel contains.
When the infant Zeus sought deliverance
from Cronos, devouring Titan's advance,
that relentless stalker who always gains
on mortals and would be deities, drains
each and every one of sustenance,
there, on Crete, the caprine goddess nurtured
the fleeing godlet as a mother would.
In childish play, he seized one horn and found,
eternal nourishment had been conferred
on him. Everything essential and good -
the wealth of Gaia - will always abound.