Irish Sweater

It is warmly made Of intricate threads Connecting the past With the future ahead Woven by hand Finished with heart A textile relic A proud work of art Its Celtic knots Are proudly worn Even when its threads Are old and torn The sweater strong As the wearer stubborn

Mind and Body

At the end of the street Where it turns to gravel I walk on As my mind too travels Down different paths Some old, some new Some fantastic Some simply true As the gravel rolls Under my feet I know I’m back At the end of the street Mind and body Lighter than before