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Seamus' Flute
by Bruce W NiedtWhen Seamus plays his flute,
‘tis the breath of the west wind
blowin’ from the Isle,
over and around the green, green hills,
and you can hear the sadness wafting,
you can hear the days of the Sorrows,
you can hear the times of the Troubles,
you can hear the ghost of the lovers,
call across the countryside –
She Moves Through the Fair,
and My Lagan Love.
He cries for them all,
when Seamus plays his mournful flute.
When Seamus plays his flute,
the old joys come back –
it’s time for the ceiledh,
dancin’ and steppin’
on the plankwood floor,
kickin’ up the sawdust,
whirlin’ to the reels.
Bang the bodhran
and burn the fiddle,
squeeze the pipes
and grab the whistle,
hoist another pint,
dance your lady thro’ the night –
Devil in the Kitchen
and Maire’s Wedding.
He laughs for them all,
when Seamus plays his rascal flute. 03/17/2008 Posted on 03/17/2008
Copyright © 2026 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/17/08 at 02:40 PM A fine, fine piece. |
| Posted by David Garner on 03/17/08 at 05:08 PM I think this is just incredible. The melodious feel to the whole poem, in each line. I think it's pretty close to perfection. Love the whole thing. Congrats on a really nice write. |
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