I. THE PEACE
PIPE
On the Moat Mount of the Arkley,
On the Mill Hill Stoney Quarry,
Wendy Sturgess, she the Founder,
She the Thirty-Plus envisioned;
Midst the local small ad columns
Placed an ad and called a meeting,
Called the Barnet tribes together.
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And they met there on the Meadway,
With their hang-ups and
obsessions,
Painted like the leaves of Autumn,
Painted like the sky of morning,
Wildly glaring at each other;
In their faces stern defiance,
In their hearts the feuds of ages,
The hereditary sex-war,
Spited spouseful thirst of
vengeance.
Wendy Sturgess, she the Founder,
The creator of the circle,
Looked upon them with compassion,
With maternal love and pity;
Looked upon their fears and
tremors
But as worries among children,
But as doubts and frights of
children!
“Oh my children! My
poor Children!
Listen to the words of wisdom,
Listen to the words of warning
From the lips of the Great
Founder,
From the Creator who made you!
“I will send a Prophet to you,
A Chairperson of the Singles,
Who shall guide you and shall
teach you,
Who shall toil and suffer with
you.
If you listen to his counsels
You will multiply and prosper;
If his warnings pass unheeded,
You will fade away and perish!”
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