We celts love the water

if fearing its darker moments

feeling it as a living

different breathing thing

our rivers & seas are our home

what you regarded as empty

we saw as our lifeline

your roads were not built then

for people who came later

on paths you had to build

& the waters

met in between

were only an obstacle

to overcome

until you saw

how we could move

quickly around you

to strongholds in wales

ireland, spain, france

the northern lands

you learned our names

for these

the victor the spoils

tried to make them your own

by forcing changes of names

but like the sea

we keep on going

impossible to slave

we are here still

living by the sea

& now

tending your graves


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