Poem - the Mighty Oak Lord of Truth

King of the Greenwood; King of the Grove,
Lord of Truth is the Mighty Oak,
Conveying the words of Jupiter,
Lending its knot holes to faery folk.

Worshipped by Vikings, Druids and Celts,
Door to the Three Worlds of Shaman wise,
Sacred Tree, the Mighty Hammer of Thor
And raging powers of Zeus, Oak defies.

Ancient spiritual link, steadfast and strong,
Home of Herne the Hunter, giving shad,
Leading the way to truth and inner strength,
Sheltering Beltane couples' romps in the glade.

Giving up your boughs to kindle Need Fires,
Fuel for Summer Solstice fires so bright,
Doorway of the great turning point of year,
Taking power and strength of Sun to its height.

Sitting neath your branches spread so wide,
Soothing, calming problems of the mind,
Renewing strength and courage, finding faith,
Oak will help us leave our doubts behind.

Wand of Oakwood, acorn carved at end,
Talismans protecting us from harm,
Then in Yule, your branches long and strong
Will burn away in grates to keep us warm.

Mighty Oak from tiny acorn grown,
Deep within our English hearts you reign,
Holding secrets fast from times long gone,
Long may the Lord of Truth with us remain.