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About the Isle of Tyre

Wouldst thou for me an air upon thy tortoise lyre play, and sing those words so fair about the Isle of Tyre? Within whose walls so grand, there at bazaar would be hangings made by weaver's hand, and colored from the sea. And ships of cedar made, all crewed by seamen bold, sailed to shores afar, to trade for silk and spice and gold. Consoled by sweet refrain, I dwell in dreams of Tyre-- going home will e'er remain my unfulfilled desire. _______________ The ancient Phoenician city-state of Tyre, an island off the southern coast of Lebanon, was famous for its production of the prized Tyrian purple dye derived from the murex snails found in its waters. --WW © 2018 Wayne Wysocki

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Date: 9/1/2018 12:03:00 PM
A lovely lilting pleasantly archaic poem that satisfyingly exercises the tongue when spoken aloud......very nice indeed!
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Wayne Wysocki
Date: 9/1/2018 12:48:00 PM
Thank you very much; I appreciate being appreciated. And I must say that your comment was eloquently written, almost a poem itself.
Date: 8/31/2018 1:58:00 PM
Beautiful. I wish I were there.
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Wayne Wysocki
Date: 8/31/2018 2:05:00 PM
Thank you, Jean. Unfortunately we'd need a time machine to visit that ancient mariner's home.

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