The Homeward March of Acorn and Thyme

Hello!

I've been back from France for about a week now and I can't think of any more excuses not to write a blog post. I'm in the process of (alright I haven't started it yet) writing my second post on feminism and the Bible ('Jesus is a feminist'), but in the meantime I've got a little poem to whet your appetite.

   Its part of a children's story that I'm writing, although I haven't worked on it in a while... nonetheless it feels like one which I might maybe finish.

The Homeward March of Acorn and Thyme

Home we go, home we go,

Our feet sink deep into the snow.

Home we go, home we go,

And in the sky green curtains glow.

Home we go, home we go,

Through land where only moss can grow.

Home we go, home we go,

Where reindeer wander to and fro.

Home we go, home we go,

Past trees with branches stooping low.

Home we go, home we go,

By gentle ways where flowers show.

Home we go, home we go,

Beside where river waters flow.

Home we go, home we go,

To cups of tea and folk we know.