The Price is Right:
Commemoration of the beginning.
The Ulster king, Conchobar.
The druid, Cathabad.
The warrior, Cuchulain.
Over the windows I peek at the swirl.
Roaring back upon itself.
So high and utter. Shear.
Whisked away and transported to strawberries lush and ripe.
Fragrant and earth moist and dewed.
The sun begun to bake.
And a hill rolls away to the sea.
I face south toward the winding meadow.
Ribbons of yellowy verdure.
A fence hewn rough, a gable ornamental.
A wicker screen for growing pole beans.
Don't tell them the rest, she cautions.
But do you know this place?