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Solstice: The Light We Keep
Under Pendle’s crown of cloud and crest, Where shadows stretch and spirits rest, We dared to dream, to mend, to sow, A living bond where wild things grow. Through bramble’s…
Pendle Plant Craft
Under Pendle’s crown of cloud and crest, Where shadows stretch and spirits rest, We dared to dream, to mend, to sow, A living bond where wild things grow.
Through bramble’s clutch and meadow’s sprawl, We answered the ancient forest’s call.
With hawthorn’s fruit and nettle’s fire, We stirred the earth to meet desire.
A cabin hums with whispered care, Where hands have crafted what hearts can share.
Kettles sing of hope and balm,
A quiet revolution, steady and calm.
Each tonic poured, each salve bestowed, Each leaf and root, a tale retold.
Not plunder, but partnership we proclaim, In wild abundance, we stake our claim.
Here, connection blooms in soil and skin,
A kinship woven deep within.
We’ve walked as one, through rain, through frost, Finding treasures where others see loss.
And now, the solstice lights the sky, A fire’s promise that cannot die. The wheel turns steady, the year unfurls, A tapestry of joys and trials swirls.
For in the dark, we found a spark, A guiding flame, defying the stark.
It warmed the seeds, the hearts, the ground, Until our strength in unity was found.
So let the new year’s dawn arise,
With gilded hope beneath its skies.
Let rivers carve, let forests speak, Let us find wisdom in the meek.
For Pendle’s song is ours to keep, In every waking, every sleep.
A hymn of hands, of hearts, of trust,
Built from wild earth and sacred dust.
Together, we are more than strong, A living, breathing solstice song.
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