Monday, February 2, 2009

For the Groundhog, Blessed of Brighid

Moch maduinn Bhride
Thig an muc-ghrùnnd as an toll
Cha bhoin mise ris an
Cha bhoin an muc-ghrùnnd rium.

Early on Bride's morn
Shall the groundhog come from the hole
I will not harm the groundhog
Nor will the groundhog harm me.

(Traditional Gaelic song to Bride. Well, sorta kinda. More for the 4th annual Brighid in the Blogosphere Poetry Reading.)


Unknown said...

Diz more weeks of winter... Summer here =]

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