My Heritage
I have been finding out about my heritage and falling in love with a country. Though my feet as of yet has not stepped foot on this magical, mystical place, I feel the pull that the Emerald Isle has on me. I do feel as if I have been there. I would love to hear from anyone who lives in the beautiful country!
Ireland’s Dream
June 16, 2005
My heart is pulled to a land I have never been before,
searching for love, happiness and joy on a distant shore.
Vivid dreams of a magical, mystical place,
where country roads curve and interlace.
Unicorns gallop so wild and free,
kicking up star dust as they glide over Tralee.
Mighty castles built by earth and stone,
where once sat a king on his throne.
The sweet smell of heather fills the air.
Does my true loves hand wait for me there?
Pastel rainbows stretching from Belfast to Killarney,
leuperchans dancing and hiding behind every tree.
Facing out to sea as the salty spray wets my face,
far from home, but yet I’m home at this place.
Rugged cliffs that reach up from rocky shores,
waiting in the mist for someone to explore.
High upon a hilltop, come my true love and I,
many shades of emerald’s capture our eyes.
White cottages dot the country side, with roofs made of thatch,
bright flowers in the window box and a draw sting for a latch.
Sheep and tender lambs on grassy pastures roam,
worn and winding paths lead me wearily back home.
Misty fog settles on the ground, wetting grass with morning dew,
aroma’s swirling through the air of soda bread and Irish Stew.
Mellow is the song of the land, accompanied by tin whistle and harp
Will my love serenade me, after the sky has turned dark.
It is here at this place, my heart is at home
cradled in loving arms, I am not alone.
All this beauty my heart does see,
wake me not from...Ireland’s Dream.
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