THE MINSTREL

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‘Cross windy-wicked, slate-sewn fields

the Gaelic minstrel plies

 

fingers blistering on the lyre

his cry soars high and clear

 

remembering the Wanderer’s oath,

missing most, the sea.

– tjk

 


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