Doing an Irish Jig***
(To the music of The Bothy Band)
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So early in the morning,
If you looked, you
Couldn’t tell that I
Was really awake,
With my mind mixing
Through an Irish hornpipe jig
Beside pretty Peg
And Tiddie Dunbar.
After meeting in
What seems a dream,
We’re friends now
Here in the Glen.
We click.
We switch and twist.
We swing quickly
Our feet forward
And back, to stir
Along on our route
Corner by corner,
Searching for a feis.
They can’t trail our tracks
On this fine traveling.
Perhaps we’re keeping
A foot to foot over the earth!
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(c) sally young Eslinger 10/16/21
Thanks be to God
Categories:
bothy, dance, dream, fun, ireland,
Form: Free verse
He lives on his own
Far away from life
In a sheltered glen
Since he lost his wife
Nothing can replace
The previous years that he had
It was timeless and loving
He now lives alone and sad
Surrounded by emptiness
Just like his heart
His family is now nature
Life at sixty, his new start
In a run down bothy
On the Cairngorms, above Aviemore
The Scottish countryside consoles him
His heart now a lonely sore
Everyday when he awakes
He thinks of his dear wife
Out of the window he looks
Out there is his life
He lives of the land
The best he can
Sometimes he heads into town
A lost looking man
The years have passed by
He still lives on his own
His loss finally accepted
Into his lonliness, he has grown
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-2.php
Categories:
bothy, husband, life, loss, sad,
Form: Rhyme