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A Tale of Wonder; A Celtic story.
The air was crisp and breath steamed and condensed
moonlight lit ice crystals on the ground
echoing the diamond like stars in midnight sky.
he stood wrapped in woollen cloak motionless
contemplating and meditating celestial movements
wondering if what he had seen was true?
for many nights it had shone so bright
a new star away to the south as if motionless
hanging there a portent of something mystical.
On this hill surrounded by crystaline granite circle
watching dawn smear the midnight dark
The druid man of knowledge,astronomy and geneaology
was puzzled and filled with awe
for what this meant he could not know
hr turned to head foe his village by the lake
leaving footprints in the falling snow.
Andrew Provan McIntyre December 2010.
Slainte Cariad for all my fiends on Celtic Radio...Rhymer.
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"We are the last people on earth, the last to be free": Calgacus
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A New Poem Written For The Season, A Tale of Wonder :A Celtic Story.
