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| Portal Dolmen in a bare site |
Spread the map upon
the table top
Unfold its creases with care.
Point with sticky fingers,
there...there...there
Dots in random order,
Speak of dirt roads,
Along green walls,
Searching for one place old.
Stones mammoth and ancient,
Balanced and braced,
As Weight of the earth
Called for time’s race.
Under and beneath
Climb on the cap stone,
Feel ocean wind,
Feel the time flown.
Until on the table
once again,
The map unfolds,
Seeking deep caverns
Where the Earth opens.
Spread the map on table top.
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| Leac an Scail, Co. Kilkenny |
Spreading the paper map on the kitchen table on a
Sunday afternoon was our special time in Ireland. We climbed castle keeps, crawled down caves,
and hid beneath cap stones at sacred dolmens.
No MAP APP needed or wanted.
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