Home To Ireland
I've never been to Ireland—
never seen the patchwork landscape
spreading, green, through a hazy sunlight.
Gray oceans crashing on rocky shores,
craggy mountains climbing
toward billowing skies—
I have never seen.
But the blood that now courses through me
has fed the hearts of Irish men and women.
They have spoken in the sing-song Gaelic tongue
and danced to raucous, rhythmic tunes
in a country pub.
Their eyes have scanned the clovered fields,
and they have savored the salted vapor
of the Irish sea.
Perhaps one day I will travel so far
and visit the storied land
of my ancestors.
And when I see
those emerald fields
and taste the salty breeze,
I will know
that I am
home.
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