Benjamin Posted September 4, 2011 Share Posted September 4, 2011 My index finger touched a cherished third eye, and an old lodge hall appeared. With gas fires glowing down from the ceiling and shadows, that filtered through doors breathing in another air, where all who gathered, listened and were heard. And Finbar played his Irish pipes: "Roisin Dubh." But paused it in the middle to insert a jig, "The Wedding," before reverting back to that haunting patriotic melody, which rendered him emotionally drained. A procession of performers came and went, all whom I remember well. And my long dead friend, whose fading eyes were on the way to leaving him blind; stood and peered, as though gazing at some far horizon, and sang alone-- "Did you ever see a wild goose sailing o'er the ocean?" And every last one of them responded with gusto, "Ranzo---Ranzo-- weigh--heigh..." And their unity rang out from a critical past to the mind-- which knows no censor. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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