Poetry Wednesdays: Albion
As October nears its end, here’s a poem about beer. I do not think there are nearly enough poems about beer anymore. This one is about my favorite beer at my favorite brewery here in Spokane: Bellwether Brewing. Their beer Albion is gruit, meaning it is not made with hops but with other fermentables. It is delicious and deserves to be remembered in rhyme. Enjoy! And if you’re in the area, go to Bellwether enjoy this one of their many other excellent beers.
“Albion”
From Ancient Worlds you come to bring A joy we’ve left behind. From men who made the ancient rings, Who sang the songs my heart still sings, Whose kings gave out the golden rings, You’ve come to bring to mind A world so long forgotten by men, A world where angels flew, Where men fought monsters in their den, Where dragon’s fire raged without end, Where elves were found in enchanted fen, And stories always grew. But now you’ve come to sing again, To sing your ancient song, To cure the world of modern pain, The modern pain of a world forgotten, So cleanse us with your ruby rain, Begin the righting of wrongs, And bring you the elder world, Ring out for all your flock, Call us to follow your flag unfurled, Awaken the ancient clock. O Albion, send out your cry, Cry out and we will follow, And we will march out by your side, We will march until we die, For when we do, with you we’ll fly As we taste the final swallow.