Goddess observes from Glastonbury Tor,
People wander around Avalonian Lore,
The veil that hides betwixt the worlds,
Like an invisible mist that constantly swirls.
Those that have a mind to look,
Can see without the aid of a book,
Living life without being wound,
Spiritually free, not physically bound.
Tentatively sensing the ether around,
Seeing and hearing spirits abound,
Ancient ghosts that walk the streets,
Striking up conversations with people they meet.
Please do not joke or pull apart,
The spiritual power at Britain's heart,
This is our faith, our hope, our power,
Let it stand tall and proud like a tower.
So far I think, we've all observed,
The spiritual meaning of the Glastonbury world,
Dismissing the legend just out of hand,
Is denying the magic of our fair land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem