Your Own Erin Isle

At some Sweet Point in Your Youth Through Travel Guides beguiled Searching for Existential Truth You dreamt of Erin Isles You longed a quite, simple life Away form Hectic Glances Attempt to be Free from Your Strife For Introspective Chances To visit the Ancestral home Or even to Inhabit Away, In Solitude, Alone And Keep the Mindful Sabbath A place where land stays Always Lush In Emerald Enclosed The site of Inner Beauty Bright In form of Dear Red rose I Shall Still See the Pilgrims With Purposely Bared Feet While Walking though the Sharp Hills Their Feet Profusely Bleed I know the Image of Crushing Waves The stately,Brave stones They do not Bend nor do They break And Bear the weight alone The Crosses and the simple graves With names already erased And stone compesed As life itself From Tiny, Pearly grains