Old Ireland

I have roots that go back To Dublin in old Ireland I think we were part of those That left during one of the famines And my great grandmother Always wore the green on St Patrick's Day I never met her but I'm told she had a temper That took her out one Christmas Day I'd like to have known more about them My forebears who journeyed to Australia All those years ago from Ireland Leaving all they knew behind them When I went back there I thought I'd feel More attachment to that land But as I walked the streets of Dublin I found out that I am all Australian Your country is where you were born and grew up Even though your roots are elsewhere. © Paul Warren Poetry