Ireland

19/12/2020 -  Poem a Day Compilation



How it is I long to see

The green and rolling hills of Eire

To soak in that troubled history

That lights a strange poetic flare



It is absurd to think on it

That I might wait in Dublin’s heart

Inspiration at my beck and call

To create, divine, a piece of art



To sit in awe ‘neath Ben Bulben

With Yeats whispering in my ear

And the haunted cries of a noble band

That sing of life and love and fear



To marvel at walls built so long ago

Where echoes of shots still ring out

In quiet suburbs full of woe

And remembered columns stand about



To explore the wild and untamed coast

Where mothers and sons of character strong

With a raw and revolutionary zeal

Guide earnest folk in picturesque song



How it is I long to see

The green and rolling hills of Eire

Listen to voices that make me swoon

And breathing that intoxicating air