Birthplace

The most beautiful birthplace? Why, Donegal of course.
Having travelled the world, I have no remorse,
at returning home.

Summer sunshine? I go and explore.
Sea with a sheen of blue. Forty shades of green.
Forest, mountain, stream.

All alone I meander, leaving footprints in the sand.
As if I am Eve, in a magical mystical land.
Searching for Adam.

Back roads with hedgerows, brushing against my car.
Like I had gone too far. Sheep obstructing my way.
Black one in the middle.

Old local on his fiddle, at end of day, in random pub.
Lost in his repertoire. Still I am not far
from my own hearth.

I wish the peace it gives me to all in cityscapes.
Thank God I escaped, back to Ireland and
my kith and kin.

Finding love within.

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