Poetry Emotion (Ireland)

Ireland, being Irish is more than just being born in a Country or belonging to a certain race. Being Irish is a state of mind imprinted in your heart and Soul. With Ireland’s Sad and Turbulent past just to see a picture of a green valley or hillside, to hear a sad Lament on the Whistle or Pipes will tear at an Irish Man’s Heart.

Celtic Spirit

My spirit trod this ancient land
Ten thousand years ago
I feel my bare feet in her sand
As I watch her rivers flow
Her mountain tops in misty shrouds
Or in her valley’s green
Her past is hidden in those clouds
Deep in my soul, it’s seen.

I can’t explain what draws me to
My rain drenched, bog land home
Or fills me with emotions, new
As through the world I roam
Why her music, touched my heart
Her piper, reached my soul
Her haunted melodies are a part
Of the Celtic memories, role.

To hear the legend’s of a glorious past
When Ossian and Cuchullain, lived to fight
Finn and his Fianna’s lives were cast
Against the might of Ulster’s, Red Branch Knight
As Europe faced its darkest hour
And barbarian hoards put civilisation to flight
From each Monastery and tall round tower
Our land of Saints and Scholars shone the light.

When Irishmen, with every Country fought
To light the torch of freedom through those lands
France and the Americas dreams were caught
And guided to fulfilment in their hands
Yet every Irish soldier fought and knew
That each blow he struck, wasn’t struck in vain
For Irelands enemies, one day would get their due
Their Kings and Queens their world no longer reign.

And yet today, when millions throughout the world
Sing her songs of freedom, and wear the green
As St Patrick’s flag, amongst us is unfurled
We drink her health, dare to dream the dream
That one day we’ll be, a nation once again
In a free, united Ireland, the Orange and the Green
All proud to call ourselves, true Irish Men
I pray to God. That day will soon be seen

BMF