So…. what does my little girl Lola in a river have to do with anything? Well, here’s the thing… I’ve been asked to deliver some story telling for a festival in November (more details to follow) and I decided in Keeping with the time of year I’d tell some Witch stories.
So, as we walked along I came across a Witch Tree… Yr Goed Gwrach… and I found one of its fallen branches on the ground. Now Lola loves a stick and as a Lab enjoys the water. I threw that stick in to the river and I paused…… should you really throw a stick from a Witches Tree into the river?
Well, what could go wrong? I’ll tell you what…. read on… the following cautionary poem is the first of the November Witch Stories which I now cannot wait to tell.
You have been warned….
A man broke a branch from a witches tree
He threw that stick into the stream
His dog dived in and swam on down
It grabbed the stick but then
It drown.
The man jumped in to save his dog
He could not swim and clung to a log
Now the log had fallen from
The witches tree
And it span him away
Until he could not see
Which was up… and which was down
And like his dog
The man he drown.
His wife looked on in utter dismay she watched her husband
Washed away
She hung on a branch of the witches tree
And reached out her hand across the stream
To grab her husband before he went
But that branch slipped and that branch bent
And soon the wife fell to the waves
And like her husband could not be saved.
When the villagers heard they chopped down the witches tree
To make a boat to search the stream
For those they lost and those who’d drown
But that boat sank and none were found.
So if you pass a witches tree
Then keep on passing….
….. best leave it be..