© 2000 by Lynnette E. Fitch
| You let me climb you like a felled tree; I clambered and frisked, from cap-a-pie. I hope no old names are carved in you. Sure but filthy-footed from the floor, I gamboled and gamed, and gambled more. I chose to play, and you joined in, too. Beneath the beams of a Beltaine moon, A dancer danced to a piper's tune. Sound the piobaireachd, and please play me true. lef, 28th May 2000 |