Celtic Woman, "Thank You".

In my youth I dreamed of becoming a great writer, lighting the fires of emotion with beautiful poems and inspiring stories. But life takes a toll and you wake up one morning and realize life is fleeting and the years have passed by. But the dreams of youth are never far away if you are blessed with a heart that stays young, and mine is. I am still reaching for my dreams. 

I have put together the few poems that I have written over the years and added a great many more. They are now in my book, "The Old Corner Post", recently updated. I have also started writing a book that I have longed dreamed of doing. There are times when writing is very hard the words and thoughts refuse to come, "writers block". That is when I need inspiration and it comes in the form of music delivered by the group, Celtic Woman. These ladies have a way of lifting you and giving hope along with inspiration. I first heard them about a year ago and I am so glad that I did. I wrote a poem trying in a humble way to say thank you. They are the greatest, thank you again beautiful ladies.

Irish Choir and Bow

They sing and I delight,
My heart jumps with their voices, melody lingers.
They sing and I write,
As moon beams collect on the tips of my fingers.

They sing and I dream,
My mind swirls with a perfect cadence tome.
They sing and I beam,
As creativity rises high then settles softly home.

They sing and I admire,
Their beauty as it caresses each wondrous note.
They sing and I aspire,
To give the world the greatest story ever wrote.

They sing and I cry,
As I bring great emotion to the written word.
They sing and I try,
To echo their goodness in stories never heard.

They sing and I hear,
The vibrating strings of one of sweetness.
They sing and I cheer,
The musical bow of beauty’s completeness.

They sing and I live,
Because they offer hope to lift and inspire.
They sing and I give,
Thank you beautiful ladies the perfect Irish choir.

By Theodore A. Cline (With a grateful heart.)