My Celtic Heart
by Iain MacDonald

Oh rowan tree
Purple heather
Raven's rock
Celtic carving!

I know you miss me
Wait there patiently
It has been a long time
What has become of me?

We grew up together
I smell and touch you as I speak
This thought may make the reader sad
This is not the intention I had.

I relate to quantum theory
Involving strings and rubber bands
In fact we've never been apart
We always hold hands.

Oh rowan tree
Purple heather
Raven's rock
Celtic carving!

At birth the Celtic
Was carved
Into my heart.

Copyright 2006