It is a long-standing Three Cranes tradition to add a stanza to our Grove poem each year for our Autumnal Eqinox anniversary rite. That stanza is added as the second-to-last stanza.

This tradition was started by Rev. Jenni Hunt, our first ranked bard, and it charts our history beautifully. We hope to continue this tradition for many, many years, and we hope that the bards of Three Cranes, as well as the bards of ADF, will keep this poem in their memories and will tell it to others.

This is the poem as repeated at the Three Cranes Grove, ADF, Autumnal Equinox ritual, 2007.

"Clutiā Trion Garanonon"

Once scattered kernels, random strewn,
Unfertilized, asleep, unkissed,
Lethargic, lurking, latent bloom
Columbus craved a catalyst.

New generation, gumption aimed
Its fertile minds and thirsting souls
Have rooted grove, Three Cranes benamed.
Its spate of growth this Bard extols.

By Kindred sown, a seedling stand
The budding beauty sprouted, surged.
Assisted by the gardener's hand,
Its roots grew deep, its branches merged.

New fruit of labors just begun
With common vision splices hearts;
Enlightened minds may meld as one —
The whole is greater than its parts.

With blood and sweat Cranes served with mirth;
We honored Buffett, Saturn, Soul,
Toys, canned goods, banners, growth in girth
The Gods screamed, "Grow into your role!"

Three years' new rings; we're in a groove —
A teenage tree with growing pains,
Its awkwardness we need improve
And root into pristine terrains.

Through angry waters and winds of change
As one we light communion flames
Our course is chartered; our branches reach
Our bards and brewers are awarded fame

Our leaves stretch forth to shelter friends,
Blessings abound: the omens good.
One Priest called forth, one Priest called home,
Strengthening Ghosti, as we should.

Teutates, consecrate Three Cranes,
Electrify us to the core
With fire inspire; with nurturing rains
Suffuse us, drench us one year more!