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Ireland
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By Lucia Kiersch Haase
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Ireland

 

Hear the beat of greener valleys, serene
to the breadth of the fiddlers vibrant scene
o're those clovered hills and valleys, deep
to the rising cliffs where billows leap.
Oh the moons spent and those suns having shown
have beheld me now, a friend I've known-
a follower of my shadow cast
withheld in the land of new or past.
For 'tis here how this drum does beckon me
as sure as the wind blows swift and free;
'tis here where my heart kindles a fire
beheld by the beauty of ancient Eire.

 

(Inspired to write this after reading Yeats poetry.)


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Submitted: Sunday, March 16, 2014

Last Updated: Monday, March 17, 2014

About the Poet
Poet and follower of Christ as a direct result of several spiritual experiences in my life.


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