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Cobh

I dreamt I was there again At that seaport town serene Walking along the cobblestone And the many shades of green Saint Colman's Cathedral on the hill I stopped and attended Mass People were so friendly there Saying hello as I would pass A Guiness stout in a local pub Then I saw some children at play And the sight of the meadows and the hills Would take my breath away I may never get the chance to see it again This city that felt so right But I'll close my eyes and go in dreams To Ireland every night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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Date: 9/16/2023 10:37:00 AM
I can relate to your longing for that cathedral and pub at Cobh. That search for home in our dreams is ephemeral, but can to made real with a seat on an airplane. I hope you make your dream a reality. Kudos.
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