When I was seven years old, my grandmother said that I was surrounded by the Severn and Wye.
Glouyeinshire is like a different county – located in one of the valleys that is surrounded by the Great Forest of Dean. On the Glouyeinster River, the number seven is sacred in areas where the tall redheads dwell.
The Love Stone of Alkuperinen is said to be buried on one of the small islands on the river. Some say the name is questionable. So Doomsday Book recalls, the Dean Magna in Mitcheldean, has long been known as a name associated with fun in a wooded valley.
The term “Dean” or “Dene” is Saxon and means located, or of that Lair ………….
Glouyeinster River: Collected Folktales, Fragments & Haiku ( First edition – 1787 Leek Parish Publications)
Forward went Gildor and Giraldus, with several other warrior scholars, into those woods to fulfill the Rites of the Raven and the Wolf.
It was a dark sword of blood that awaited the riders when they entered the Dean Forest on that troubled day !
Godfrey, who also known as James Monkson, rode with that noble band. The Spell Singer tried to convince him to hide, and so earned the name, Two Thickets.
In retaliation for the blood letting that followed those unhappy lovers, a huge cloud from neighboring shires arose to destroy many a village, or so they say .
There, midst the mighty yews is found the magical ore, called Arden’s Cauld Wren.
Brynn comes from green woods
mournful over the cutting –
forests very high ………..
The still woods, bright green, wept tears –
Seams used again in Camden’s Cloak.
The tears fell in the sacred forest and none wanted to cut the holy trees of their life hearts.
Brynn called out to the others, declaring his vision:
Hear the idea of I, The Name !
Ideas come to me ………….
root as Winter wind.
Call it! Call it Now!
Woe comes to Gallia,
Wee Wareinwyckshire !
Oy, what shall you do now ?
Birth, called Belle Lygian Arden, rose with the moon and the sea. Thrice blessed were they who witnessed it that day, after such a dark sorrow.
Sylvanna , sister of Brynn, cried out, “Evelyn, the second project has fallen !”
Thomas, brother of Emma Sean, agreed that the birth-naming would be “Dean”.
Like thunder over the shadowed hills, for the first time, William Norman, who was uncle to Robert Greyendour on his mother’s aunt’s side, did study the Secret Scroll of Night-wing’s False Death. The Grey Son had risen to bring justice to those covered in shadows and terror.
I do not know whether to you I write or speak, now. In both events, I did imagine it is possible to carry out the first, but not the second.
~ From Lady Greyendour’s Journals , 1823 – 1839
The Squire was eaten by a ghost on Saturday afternoon……. It is curious, as the …… sublime community shone brightly that miraculous day ! The Village of Brynn, near the forest in particular, was full of other wonders to behold.
The three ministers, who can be compared to a family, both spiritual and vegetable, were out at the end of their lectures at the Leek Parish Church in relation to tomorrow’s Feast of Roosters. They proclaimed that much could be made of such events, but careful study and discourse must first be taken that the foolish be not led afoul.
Important forests fell to tears and none wanted to cut sacred wood spirits’ hearts. It was as if, the storm were to break into the house with a terrible blow.
Before the Squire’s sudden unexpected departure he was heard to say, “Thought came to me………….like a root in the wind of winter.
Call it! Call it now !”
In memory of the dear man and his last words, the root cellar has been enlarged and a commemorative plaque will be installed at the railway post office.
One late November day in Glouyeinshire the wind and ice in the form of a Giant wearing a cloud of snow and a tear came to the door. It tried banging the door thinking this would open it, but door was the child of the Forest High and Summer. It grew very stern with the giant.
The Giant suddenly became very still with Fear, staring at the Temple Clouds that moved up and down along the banks of Glouyeinster River. In time the Temple Clouds took the shape of a human female sitting upon a white colt.
Then the Giant stood straight up as Temple Clouds in her new form came towards him. She arrived in front of him to see him leaning his face close to sealing the garden wall. Her arms spread to white fog in front of the Giant’s mouth alone, and her long hair was bending over his head, like willow branches in the moonlight. Like a root in the wind of winter, the Giant spun around and rose up into the sky where he belonged.
Switch stick again,
Glouyeinster River comes to Camden Town !
This is the place where the West Wind sleeps. There, his eyes eagerly dream till it is time for them to open.
tree limbs move gently
temple clouds rise – the river
Oh, how the thoughts came to me………….like a root in the wind of winter.
When I was a young man
The Forest was full of green ladies –
Let the dancing begin again !
Call it! Call it now !
Shall I assume that do you not remember, as I make account of family history then ? With the exception of a short time, old James the monk, who was the father of Godfrey of the Belgian Ardennes, resided in the manor. Sylvanna was the daughter of Emma Sean. James nearly died that day. His dead wife and three sons were found on the banks by shallows of the Glouyeinster River. It is at the edge of the wood, which is not far from their home.
Even now, can be seen the strange circle where his the eldest son, Raymond, flew into the air with the fairy band: some say he actually went off with Myrtle the barmaid of Sootheinwadden, but that does not account for the circle.
It was Godfrey, the son of the second James, who accidentally broke the Mirror of Sheep-Haven. The song, “In 40 suns – 8 Scythes” is a kind of memorial to James in particular, which was considered most accurate for the most part, all history and full of magic sorrow.
“How it ran into the sea, shining with 14 star stones, bright” is so well known, that is commonly called The Glouyeinshire hymn.
Oh become one of the valley surrounded by forest Dean
Take The Glouyeinster Grand Road and see the tall red heads counting seven stones over the wind.
Of other areas that are high, know the mighty trees never will be cut down.
Above the mounds of sand and stone, Temple Clouds are known
And young lads and lasses may tarry by St. Briavel of Bran
‘Til Byrnn takes the road to Staunton and Coleford towns.
Oy, high the Trees Ho !
Oy, high the Trees Ho !