D Poem - Dulaman

Dulaman
( For WPD )

A young engineer was sent
To a land in the distant mist
A priestly type, a hermit
From New England, on a mission

He stepped into a yesteryear
A Celtic place
Where the young ride waves
And cumulus skies to far
And distant shores

A waneful people
Deporters of youth
They heard the song in this young mans heart
And chanted every chorus

Bronze and iron arts of long ago
Revived in steel
Glisten on the boats to Europe

As much as he taught them
They taught him too
Of island values and things of the spirit

And when he left
He left them better Celts
And when he left
He was better too

MWC
1985