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.
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2 comments:
This is lovely....so evocative and I love the picture
A really good piece, enjoyed it
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