Fleadh Cheoil

 

By Kay Forristal

Where people from all walks of life congregate to hear Irish music
In each pub, footpath, or corner, musicians with style and grace
Practice their talent with fluid movement and steady pace
Tuning into the air sweet harmonies
A balladeer greets the morning singing melodies
Haunting piped airs through the atmosphere seep
Smoke curls from campfire, and twinkling stars peep
In the early hours when all is quiet and those who sleep dream
The silver moon reflects upon the River Feale and her water gleams

©1995 Kay Forristal

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