‘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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timkelleher.org 
Tanks, Tim. And, a blessed St. Paddy’s Day to you!
Sent from my iPhone
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