A Little Black Bolshie Duckie Toast . . . to 2014
Here’s to the hippies, the old and the new;
The outcasts, the beatniks, the whole motley crew.
And here’s to the bolshie babes, and to their men
Who plant, weed and harvest again and again.
The hugelkind kulturers, keepers of bees,
The rockers of children, the kissers of knees.
The goatherds, the shepherds, the makers of soap
The cheesemakers, quilters, creators of hope.
Let’s drink to the builders who shelter and mend
The world’s broken places, ‘til on past the bend
of the long weary journey they pause and look back
to see that the rifts are now barely a crack.
Here’s to the village, the virtual realm
The world’s a wee boat now, with you at the helm.
So healing’s begun, creativity’s rife,
Let’s all raise our glass to a good country life
In the city or country, a cottage can be
The source of our sustenance, where we can see
That no matter how humble, the place we love best
Is a home the heart yearns for, where each may find rest
Where frugal’s the watchword, where kindness abounds,
So that all ‘round the globe are heard wondrous sounds
Of planting and healing, of making and more
Of building a world that is good to the core.
Here’s to our friends, our relations, our foes
(without them we wouldn’t have kept on our toes),
We might not have grown so much, opened our minds
Not to mention our hearts, to the knowledge each finds
In the virtual village, where dwell kindred souls
Who walk their own paths to the same central goals
While improving the world in the east and the west,
The north and the south, in each place we love best.
And here’s to the poets (not me) and the wise
The artists who open our magical eyes.
The writers, the marchers, the builders of cairns
Let’s all raise a glass to our friends and the bairns
Who, nurtured with kindness, will learn what they see
And one day will carry the torch we set free.
We’ll go to our rest, the young will go on . . .
And the world will awake to a lovely new dawn.
Let’s raise a glass of beer or wine, of kombucha or tea;
Let’s raise a glass to what has been and what is yet to be
Let’s drink a toast to those we’ve known, to those who’ve gone before,
To those we’ll meet in days to come, beside an open door.
I drink to the world that is soon to be born, to its faeries, its imps and its elves,
to all of the midwives that welcome it home and to every last one of your selves.
I have loved sharing the journey with each one of you, my readers; I look forward to more of the same in the coming year. Stay strong, keep the faith, look up and ahead . . . With much love and appreciation, I wish you each joy, strength, hope, inspiration, love, creativity, healing, and so much more.
A Most Happy New Year to you all! ~ Linne
Footnote: this was inspired by Narf7 of The Road to Serendipity (Christmas Day post).
I hope those of you who prefer modern verse will forgive my indulgence in some pretty basic rhythm and rhyme; I honestly don’t have time to do more. Warm hugs to everyone and I’m back to the kitchen . . . (why didn’t you tell me Christmas was coming? I would have been ready . . .) ~ L.