Christine De Luca
i m Gael Turnbull, poet, 1928-2004
They shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary. Isaiah, 40 v 31
Today - so many Gaels; each from the same spring
of modesty, of graciousness, intelligence. Even now
he settles like a butterfly among us; a bright sun still
lighting him and the hills beyond, his final pathway.