Home at Last
I invoke the serenity of scattered pastures
Vibrant upon the rolling mountainside,
The echo of crashing waves against an ancient cavern,
How Skellig Rocks transform into High Brasil under the evening mist--
And yet my tongue is silent.
I adore giggling children skipping stones along a rocky cover,
Simple conversations of before, during, and after life at a turf fireside,
The way a toothless farmer sits with his heard from sunrise to sundown--
And yet my tongue is silent.
I love the way honored and passionate sweet nothings linger in my ear,
Intoxications of sobriety, and views of the sea horizon
From a rocky mountain top--
Interwoven through unseen threads, strong as vibrant red hair,
I am as much a part of this place, as it is a part of me,
An yet my tongue hesitates to speak
These almost forgotten words of eloquence.
Vibrant upon the rolling mountainside,
The echo of crashing waves against an ancient cavern,
How Skellig Rocks transform into High Brasil under the evening mist--
And yet my tongue is silent.
I adore giggling children skipping stones along a rocky cover,
Simple conversations of before, during, and after life at a turf fireside,
The way a toothless farmer sits with his heard from sunrise to sundown--
And yet my tongue is silent.
I love the way honored and passionate sweet nothings linger in my ear,
Intoxications of sobriety, and views of the sea horizon
From a rocky mountain top--
Interwoven through unseen threads, strong as vibrant red hair,
I am as much a part of this place, as it is a part of me,
An yet my tongue hesitates to speak
These almost forgotten words of eloquence.
Bus Ride, Cork to Allihies, Here
Here, lies a well traveled path through time,
Bumpy cobblestone streets morph into country roads amongst the fields.
Outside a busy city, people still follow the old ways of family past.
If these majestic ruins of castle, bridges, walls could talk:
A story of man that stands for simplicity against the modern mess.
Here, as an old woman mechanically sweeps her cracked sidewalk,
A young lad fumbles on a rusting rugby pitch;
Still more, here, rising from fertile rolling hills
Black and white dairy cows graze amongst sheep on a farm
That holds tight against the rush of modern society and city demands.
Here, brightly painted simple homes are delicately decorated:
Laundry lines, bicycles, a child’s toy,
Not that of useless designer fashions of the new age.
Here culture and tradition outlast the modern frenzy
Led by McDonalds and Coke-a-Cola.
Bumpy cobblestone streets morph into country roads amongst the fields.
Outside a busy city, people still follow the old ways of family past.
If these majestic ruins of castle, bridges, walls could talk:
A story of man that stands for simplicity against the modern mess.
Here, as an old woman mechanically sweeps her cracked sidewalk,
A young lad fumbles on a rusting rugby pitch;
Still more, here, rising from fertile rolling hills
Black and white dairy cows graze amongst sheep on a farm
That holds tight against the rush of modern society and city demands.
Here, brightly painted simple homes are delicately decorated:
Laundry lines, bicycles, a child’s toy,
Not that of useless designer fashions of the new age.
Here culture and tradition outlast the modern frenzy
Led by McDonalds and Coke-a-Cola.
