this morning chanda mixed the ingredients for the michaelmas bread as morgana read the story and then we baked it this afternoon after her dance class.
a michaelmas poem
the autumn wind blows open the gate,
o michael, you, you we await.
we follow you, show us the way.
with joy we greet the autumn day,
good morning, good morning
and i wonder who is this michael? and i hear the wind sing:
michael, god's great knight,
strong and pure and shining bright.
i'll be a knight of michael, too,
and polish my crown to a golden hue.
ask the gnomes the iron to mine,
iron from the stars, from the earth, so fine,
to bring to the blacksmith, who with his might
will make me a sword, so strong, so bright.
and we follow the falling stars to the mountain cave where the gnomes are working.
and the gnomes say:
with fire and stone, we work with a will
with our strength and our skill.
the iron we soften and then we bend
into hammers, swords, and nails to mend.
dear gnomes, may i have some iron?
are you noble? oh, yes.
are you good? oh, yes.
and do you hear the singing of the stars? oh yes.
then you may have some iron.
thank you little gnomes, in your crystal homes.
oh, bring me a galloping horse to ride,
a crown on y head, the iron by my side.
off to the blacksmith we must go.
galloping, galloping, off we go.
dear blacksmith, will you make me a sword?
of course for,
i am a blacksmith, strong and true, best of work i always do.
all day long my hammers go, slinging, clanging, changing so,
a rickety, tickety, tickety, tick,
a rickety, tickety, tickety, tick.
thank you kind blacksmith, for your might.
i will use it for the right,
not for some silly quarrel or fight,
but to drive away evil, i will try
and protect those who are weaker than i.
oh bring me a galloping horse for to ride,
a crown on my head, my sword by my side,
for it's off to the castle we will go.
galloping, galloping, here we go.
the knights came together and proclaimed: no fear here!
michael, be my guide and stand by my side.
and they know that michael was always ready to help.
michael, god's great knight,
strong and pure and shining bright.