Green Coloured Glasses

Written by: Donald Meikle

I have never seen Ireland
We plan a vacation there
And yet I worry 
Will it disappoint me?
Will  frustration with Troubles
Cloud my vision?
Can I concentrate on the countryside
Knowing that religion has reared its ugly head
Wales is oh so beautiful
Will I see Ireland through angry eyes?
Ruined by a greedy English king
Who could not sire a son
Or will hope widen my vision?
Will I see through Celtic eyes
That know the ways
And live the days
In freedom