NaPoWriMo Three: Irish

The Culture soars beneath my Wings,
The Breathy wails of Music soar through the air,
The Talk of the Town makes it’s way through the Day.
A mix of Sweets, a mix of Salt,
Who knew such a Small place provides the Rhythm of Camelot.
A Restless maiden tells her Fables,
Old men Repeat her long Forgotten tails.
An underrated Culture stood in my Midst,
Perhaps it’s time to clear the Mist.

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