CELTIC MUSIC ON THE SOUND TRACK

Always a people
but never a nation:
The fiddle, the whistle, the bagpipes, and the drum.
My soul has the strange sensation
of wanting to dance
from the inner man it all must come.
From the fields of France
and the bogs of Eire
and the hills of Scotland,
are all in song and dance afire.

Poem and Photo ©Copyright October 27, 2007 by John-Ward Leighton