pale brown mountains
rise up from a deep green sea
sailboats and sunlight
ancient rituals
of a people long dead
brings them back to us
carrying north men
the ancient boat plies the waves
flaming red hair
mountains rise to reach
an ancient people of lore
the celts embrace me
of the ocean waves
salt and spray release me
time out of time
naked and free
in the standing stone circle
ancestors gather
of sunlight and sorrow
and a blue green tide
of a steadfast people