I have returned to normal life–far sooner than I would have liked, but alas, all good things must come to an end. It was a fantastic trip, and I loved every minute of it! I am excited to share my experiences in Ireland with you all. In the meantime, here’s a poem I wrote during the trip as a sort of “introduction,” to give you a taste of what is to come.
FYI, the name of the poem is just something I made up. I took the first half from the Irish (Gaelic) word for Ireland, Éireann.
Where beat the white foam-crusted waves
Against Strandhill’s rocky shore,
And the gulls their mournful voices raise,
The heart may freely soar.
And at the cliffs, the spirit lifts
In longing, left adrift.
Where tower mighty lords of trees
With air of noble splendor,
They whisper on the somber breeze
Of legends half remembered.
And at the falls, Glencar recalls
How the fairy songs enthrall.
Where ancient race is laid to rest,
Awaiting winter’s light,
Forgotten, carvéd lines, distressed,
Tell secrets on stones of white.
And past the ring, Tara’s stone–standing
To crown the worthy king.
Take heed, dear friend, and follow with care
To the enchanted land beyond;
For once the senses it ensnares,
None can sever the bond.
Your chance is past–the spell is cast.
The time has come at last.
Enter in, let the journey begin,
And your heart the Isle will win…
More to come!