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A Celtic Dream
Mattmckeown

Celtic dreams are conjured-
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in my mind, when I gaze-
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upon her countenance.
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Like an ancient warrior princess,
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from a place too far ago
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to remember, a distant and
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enchanted land of mystery.
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Where she rises on the field of battle
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with fiery red hair and pale complexion.
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Emerald eyes appearing as a reflection-
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of some mystical sea.
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Every angle of light reveals her,
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not one golden ray can deny
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such beauty, her aura is a glow,
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She is a fierce and powerful soul,
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yet to look upon her face inspires
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tears of joy.
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Any man would give all he
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possesses, to have but a fleeting
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moment with her in the sun
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15 Aug 16

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Wow, she sounds beautiful. Don't take her in the sun though. Not these days or she'll be getting little nasties cut out every second week. Nice poem. Tidy writing.
 — PollyReg

Thank you Polly you are very gracious
 — Mattmckeown

I'm thinking you could do without all the commas and pauses and be A-Okay.  Reads nice otherwise methinks.
 — JKWeb

Celts in the Sun A previous 18 to.30 holiday schema
 — unknown

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