A NATION ONCE AGAIN

Through the eyes of an eagle I view this land. Forty shades of green from soft Irish rain that removes the stain of numerous battles. I soar over Sliabh League in Dun na nGall then swoop above Glenveigh where the sons of Tuan king of the stags now roam free. I circle ancient forts where Gaelic kings were crowned. No longer found in a land decimated by retreating foes then long enslaved by England. Still the spirit of Eire is strong. Drinking poteen until dawn we celebrate the harvest with dance and song at Samhain along with the Tuatha De Danann. Extolling the mighty Fionn Mac Cumhail. Surviving all those who were cruel, famine, seafaring foes and British rule. Irish laughter rings loud. As a people we are proud. One day soon our green land will be reclaimed to be a nation once again.