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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Fast Day 353 March 15, 2014 St. Patrick's Day, 2014

Saint Patrick's Day, 2014

Leaving you yet asleep,
I rise and travel far away,
into this our endless winter,
this our cold Saint Patrick’s day.

A rare swimmer, now I go
toward the northern wind to roam
around  great lake of oblivion,
and to recall the warmth of home.

Mortal billows and icy wind
will not imprison me,
for I shall gain a higher shore,
and soon return to thee!



martinealison said...

Un très joli poème... Un bel hommage à la Saint Patrick.
Gros bisous

Montag said...

Merci bien.
Tous les bisous sont bienvenus, meme les petits.

Oddly enough, I was just thinking of you yesterday afternoon. I had thought that I had not seen your blog in a while.
I seem to have hibernated during the savage winter.