i am a simple farmer and
a husband of the land.
i till the soil between my fingers
touch each seed i kneel to plant.
i heed the moon, observe the stars,
joining earth to heaven,
and claim no more than it is worth;
the very goddess giving birth!

i am a simple mountain pagan,
dweller of the hills.
in fall, i kindle harvest fires.
in spring, behold the daffodils.
i dance around the fires of bel
following the fashion
that seasons of the earth declare.
i find my simple worship there.