Misty Mountain Hops
by John Granacki

From Misty Mountains far away
where mind is still and heart holds sway,
     the porch-steps of the Green God's lair!
With feelings words can scarce convey
I send this versified bouquet
     composed within his temple there,
in hope that yet another day
you'll join me where the eagles play
     and in the blessed harvest share!
 

Arise my Love! there's naught to fear
I never have been so sincere,
     take my hand and come along!
We'll take a journey far from here,
through highland meadows thick with deer,
     we'll slow dance to the Robin's song!
I long to hold your Presence near,
to whisper warm words in your ear:
     "I hope you didn't forget the bong!"