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.