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Blarney Castle
I walk the path amid the trees where footsteps of the past have tread. Where ancient stones of Blarney please, where lips upon the stone are wed. My roots run deep with Irish blood and County Cork's where my folk hail. There Blarney meets where tourists flood to kiss the stone below the rail. Enchanting are the turrets here bedecked in autumn's vines of red, the little stream that wanders near, and steps to where I'm being led. The Blarney stone at last I see, so bending backwards now to kiss the stone, my friend is holding me. That’s not a mark I want to miss! I have a thought; I now can say my mouth has touched where many more have touched upon this stone of gray. How many thousands came before? These ancient walls in ruin stand With greater hist'ry than most know, Yet still throngs yield to their command In visitors that come and go. Inside the marrow of my bones, I feel a thrill . Will eloquence be mine from having kissed this stone? I feel the chill of reverence! Andrea Dietrich and Connie Marcum Wong September 4, 2015 Partner up Contest Collaboration with Andrea Dietrich Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
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