About me: The local neighborhood newspaper for Irish-Americans and others in the Celtic community in Missouri, Kansas, Nebraska, Iowa, Minnesota, Illinois, Arkansas and Oklahoma.
Who I'd like to meet: Every one of our faithful readers. Personally. Then take them all out for drinks and dinner, maybe a movie.
At the break of day he rides this path, and startles me from sleep... the LadyHawk that watches from my perch outside his keep He rides to her! which pleaseth him, to steal her heart away... and knows me not; nor that my love grows stronger every day
He once called ME his only love, but now it seems he's lost... in solitude and longing...and 'tis I who pay the cost! I am but maiden, flesh and bone, whom fate has dealt a blow An evil spell was cast on me! That he may never know... that he alone was my true love.I did not break my vow!
But I cannot convey the truth, for speech evades me now A Warlock claimed me his to hold...and I refused his touch I would not then renounce my love...for I loved him so much So now I wear this feathered veil, my true loves knows me not And though I see him every morn, my image he's forgot
My soul for'er captured here, within this silken cape of plummery and graceful wings, but never to escape Goodbye my love! My heart! My soul! you've gone beyond my glance And I in sorrow dare not go much farther than this branch
There is a tether which holds me here...one no man can see The Warlock placed it 'round my heart, to keep my love from Thee Doomed forever, that I am, to watch you steal away... across the Moors to another...at every break of day
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen. ”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men.
That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
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