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

Home Planet

30/06/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation

 

I look around this world,

Its wonders stretched before me,

And ask myself one question

That everyone should pose:

 

Where’s the sense of adventure

In beating a well-worn path

When there’s a whole planet to explore

And a lifetime’s memories to be made?

 

I have stood atop a mountain

Way up above the clouds,

Staring out to the horizon

And down to valleys below.

 

I have crossed vast oceans

To far and distant lands

Where I do not speak the language

But can always understand.

 

It is the beauty that binds us,

The soaking in of new sights,

The sharing of our doorstep

With those from foreign lands.

 

I have gazed upon great monuments

Built to honour kings and queens of yore

And stepped inside magnificent temples

Dedicated to an everlasting love.

 

I have driven across continents

Their length and breadth laid bare

For the simple pleasure

Of seeing what was there.

 

When you marvel at the intricate –

The smallest petal, a delicate wing –

And take in the riches money can’t buy

But a sense of wonder can.

 

There are so many places still

To spark my imagination.

I cannot dream of new worlds when

I have not done with this one yet.