I Long For Eire
By 1stpoet
I long for Eire The thick growth of carragen on yonder cliff beckons me from my drifting skiff I will clamber hill, dale, trek through bog my eyes will be moistened from the hanging fog I am pulled to the land of Leprechaun and gold being lulled by the ale and the tales told the Scottish lore of deep loch Ness 'tis true the Limey does profess e’en though he has not left this land of green his eyes the world, they have seen from words written, set to a measure the lore of the land we can treasure A band with flute, drum, guitar and fiddle A red-haired lass stands in the middle she sings a song of Celtic tradition and puts me in a euphoric condition I dream of fairies as I close my eyes surrounded by the vapor filled skies rainbows this land does not deny I see the world, while on song I fly William Dawes © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes May 5, 2001 Written December 16th, 2001 © on Dec 16 2001 06:02 AM PST 0 • 10
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"I long for Eire..."