Irish Eyes

The Irish are a people so starstruck,

It’s said they always see fairies before their eyes,

And if this is true, as I believe,

It might explain their lovelorn sighs.

In that land, far away across the sea,

Where Kings clashed

And tempests raged

And stories are told of other days,

In that land so lush and green

Is held a piece of me.

For I can hear her singing,

A song I’m unable to ignore,

And though I’ve never been there,

I long for her distant shore.

An American girl too far removed

From her native island,

Although I have no claim to make,

I feel it is my land.

I wish I could go there, 

And traverse the land that I admire,

But for now my heart shall evermore

Pine for the shores of Eire.

The inhabitants of my native shore

Are cheerful, living on their island.

And when I join my family,

It will be in Ireland.

Happy belated St. Patrick’s Day to all.

Blessed be.