Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: the poetry of music
Bobby Casey's hornpipe is haunting me
my mandolin wants to sing it
over and over in my head
it plays like a 45 I wore out
when I was young
Bobby Casey is dancing in my dreams
his wife, lost in the bog
he mourns for her
this dance he's written
just to turn away the grief
A wake she's become
and his tune travels on
alone, he wants someone
to remember
his feet tap gently
as he knows
I will listen
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