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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Eire--Rictameter Poem

Today, on this %@*&$ buggy day I'm doing a Rictameter poem if I can ever make the stinking thing work. Here you go. If it looks rotten, it's the stinking site's fault because I've deleted this whole page three times now and started over. I hope it's worth it...:o)

Land of forebears
You call with green velvet
Your history romances me
I come to walk your shores and seek my dead
To find the places where they lie
To breathe their forgotten
Heartfelt stories

© 2016 by H. Linn Murphy

If you'd like to try a Rictameter Poem yourself, this is the site to try. Have a lovely day! 

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