The hall of Tara
As old as winter
is the manor of Tara.
Warm still her welcome.
Who knows still her traditions?
"Not hard to tell", was spoken.
Triads from a bard
or the book of Ballymote,
echo down the years.
What manner is the welcome?
"Not hard to tell", the reply.
Fire burning brightly,
Meat of four kinds for the pot,
attentive service.
What words delight our hearing?
"Not hard to tell", the answer.
Truth spoken freely,
Soft speech for fierce emotion
Riddles for the mind.
With apologies to King Cormac