In the Mont Saint-Michel Bay
A river of Celtic nations flow this way,
River, western, coast and Celtic,
A language of Submerging basins.
This island strategic, fortified and feudal,
From an ancient time.
These cultural traits still survive
Couesnon River live,
You are untainted by time;
Eternally changing,
French, flowing and sublime.
One has thoughts, hopes and wishes,
Of ancient battles and remembering
Here is entirely aware.
A place of mystic, archangels and pilgrim,
Where legends arise.
This river where there is no beginning
There shall be no end; God above.
A brilliant strike of inspiration,
A flare of my imagination.
Of prophecy of things yet to come,
Kings who’s great songs were sung.
This ancient force, tranquil yet feral.
A nation one used in its original sense
Born to mean many people immense,
To share a common identity,
This Ireland, Wales and Cornwall too,
With a culture identified with island plenty.
Its where the head waters go,
A river by this territory Normandy flow;
What is this Britannia thee?
Were the Bretons submerged by the sea?
Both Celtic cousins origin and nation
Couesnon River still Brilliant and beautiful
Almost too surreal to believe.
So beautiful! This takes me acties the sea to that anxient and immortal land.
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Can’t explain it but I am a pilgrim and some part of my soul is still there.
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I’m celtic through and through, I was very moved!
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Beautiful Celtic. Smiles.
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Smiles back!
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