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
*Winter Celebrates *
New year arrives as north winds blow
Ferns of frost through dim sunlight glow -
Flowers of the winter rose
Deep in cold – in frosty white climes
Winter’s heart beat feels warmth divine -
A heaven sent valentine
Wild banshee winds in feis hornpipes
Hear the pipes of crocus’ bagpipes -
Reels, jigs, tickle clover types
Winter’s bleak barrenness belies
Jubilation in dormant life -
Festive respite in long nights.
1-19-21
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