Goodbye emerald hills, a new world's calling me.
Beckoning, the promise of prosperity.
With my children, I cross the treacherous sea
Worries squelched as my brave eyes seek clarity.
O'er the horizon, my husband waits for me.
We will stake our claim without disparity.
The Lord is my strength, no fear of the malign
My Irish spirit intact, I'll not resign.
Docked at Ellis Island, singing a new song.
I search the skyline, dreaming of my new life.
I'll work fingers to the bone; it won't take long,
before we reap the benefits of our strife.
They say men built this country but they'd be wrong.
For each man, next to him toiled a brave, strong wife.
I am a woman who helped build this great land
with my blood, my tears, and sweat of my two hands.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 20, 2012
For A Moment in Another Time contest (Nette Onclaud)