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Peycho Kanev
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Fred Wolven

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--editor / Southeastern Florida

AAR history note:  in print 1967 - 1980.  Irregular publications 1980 - 2004.  As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 47 years all together....


Francis Ferde
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Fred Wolven

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The other night in a local pub
a distant cousin was talking
about a peaceful island off
County Mayo some of his
family had visited a few
summers ago.  Inisturk was
the isleís name; its reputed
to be quite lovely that season
of the year. Plenty of green
grass covering rolling hills
with but a few cottages here
and there.  Not many kinsmen
even know of its existence
much less its lovely landscape
and quaint modest hamlets.

My same cousin was also
heard to reflect, following
a Celtic tune played in a
somber and beautiful
way, ĎThe older the fiddle
the sweeter the tune.í  Ah,
how true tis the expression,
for as he aged, my favorite
Irish namesake uncle grew in
mental strength true enough.
I reckon Iím looking to my
aging gently while growing
no horns yet gaining in wisdom.

Me thinks one bright summerís
morn I might visit that island
while I have my wits about me.
I could do little better than to
sing with kinsmen in a local pub
and walk the rolling green hills
before it is time to ride the waves
for one final time, one last round. 



Alex Ferde, Ireland





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