The Bard's Caution-

a poem...

In this wee stammering poem I launch out into my day,
like old Saint Brendan’s coracle, go turning on my way;
My heart must be persuaded then of every word I say
for the truth of all our stories lies in the tune we play.

If we be singing peace, or go chanting off to war,
if we sing all our songs at home, or if we journey far,
we’ll touch the deepest longing of all who hear us sing,
all our reward and blessing will be in the joy we bring.

Walk in hope-

-henry