By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall (Rated G)
One of the merry mysteries of midsummer
Is that midsummer isn’t midsummer at all
Maybe it was, back in the shadows of time
When Tolkien’s fairies blessed a happier world
We still light bonfires on Midsummer Eve
Making our summer vigil with good Saint John
While children dance among their fairy rings
Making this sad world better with their happy dreams
And finally
When the fading ashes greet the dawn
We carry our blessings to their little beds
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