Friday 27 April 2012

It Was At Tara

It was at Tara
that my love did stand
sword in hand
hand on heart
and gave me his pledge

It was at Tara 
that my son did stand
in front of clan
in the face of tradition
and was given his name.

It was the same Tara
that once took my pain.
 Beneath sweeping skies
 and in the teeth of rain 
Tara gave me peace again. 



Sara Curran said...

This is evocative and I love the picture

Pere Mathias, Spain said...

A really good piece, enjoyed it