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Ceile, dance uncertain times in square or line. We bow, link arms and spin as if the wind would set us free. Alone, in pairs, the pipe, tin whistle, fiddle sew seeds of joyous revery. The music drops embracing mist, not dew. The tears we cry are not in pain but for wont to dance the Ring of Kerry. |
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James Mitchell is a therapist residing in Grand Haven, MI. He has published several poems including a few in the NMJ.
Graham Sivills is a musician with The Middlewich Paddies and has a great Great photo tour of the Ring of Kerry where these photos an more can be found. |