Ciarán Kelly Biography

There is no faith in what is plain to see,
always doubting, meekly toiling,
those truthful eyes awoke my sinking soul,
a believer in the sullied snow knelt aghast.
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A silent chanter
sits in its silver case,
the year of the piper
is put on hold,
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Many a bush beaten round
we pass
many a fleeting thought
cast out
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Between Amberley and Hanmer Springs
Several magnetic and dirty sheep clung
to the Southern Alps near Stinkin' Stream,
At Ferry Bridge on the hazy Hurunui River,
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D’fhéachas amach an fhuinneog,
is do chonac í ina
domhan beag féin,
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