Sitting and typing as the slow trickle cascades against the pale cast rim,
I ask what's after bringing me here.
Before we leave I wonder is it worth it;
then realising it always is.
No matter the grand or luxury of the night before,
my people are worth more.
Their presence is a force within each and every one of our inherent Gaelic being that cannot be quantified.
Here's to that.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 6:20 AM UTC
Sitting and typing as the slow trickle cascades against the pale cast rim,
I ask what's after bringing me here.
Before we leave I wonder is it worth it;
then realising it always is.
No matter the grand or luxury of the night before,
my people are worth more.
Their presence is a force within each and every one of our inherent Gaelic being that cannot be quantified.
Here's to that.
