<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419963" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Celtic Cross</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the hills above Strabane<br>in a little churchyard there<br>stands a Celtic cross of stone<br>That marks my father’s parents’ grave.<br>The Day is raw, a spit of rain<br>The wind sweeps low across the plot<br>In time their names will disappear.<br>The force of nature serves to blot.<br>Still the Celtic cross endures<br>long after the inscription fades, <br>to be a sign of what they were, <br>when of their names, no clue remains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419963" data-title="Celtic Cross de John F. McCullagh" data-description="In the hills above Strabane in a little churchyard there stands a Celtic cross of stone That marks my father’s parents’ grave. The Day is raw, a spit of rain The wind sweeps low across the plot In time their names will disappear. The force of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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