Ode to the Prospective Mason - © 2008

So you want to be a mason

Of the speculative kind

Please don’t let me sway you

We like you to know own mind

Yes we have our secrets

That we’re sworn to keep

But in due time you’ll know them

If you take the leap

We are monster or ogres

It is not the way we strive

But once you come on over

You will make new friends for life

We do a lot of unsung work

Of the charitable kind

It’s mainly what we are about

I hope you do not mind

Once in you’re in forever even if you leave

But that’s not what we aim for

So won’t you become a Freemason?

Won’t you join us if you please?

THE LARK ASCENDING - ©  2009

The lark has ascended

To King Solomon’s chair

Breathing in

The rarefied air

I bid you welcome

Whatever your station
From grand lodge or

Province to

Apprentice freemason

I would like to think
That my year in office

Is all I could ask for

But one thing I promise

I will do my utmost
With the honour bestowed

To uphold the principles

Of the blue white and gold
The all-seeing eye
Of the one

Who looks down

Will

I hope be impressed

As I take up the challenge

And succeed in each test

But all I can say

When I hand over the jewel

Is good luck to the mason?

Who takes my post

It’s so cool

The lark will descend

He’ll come down with a bump

Then gravitate in stages

To the left at the front

His year will be over

Good times had by all

As King Solomon’s Chair

Holds someone else

In its thrall