Ireland

I listen to the sweet sounds,

The lilting music of brouge

And let my heart lead me

To the land I call my love.

I close my eyes,

Breathe in deep,

And know I've come home.

Home is where the heart is,

And my heart is in this land

Where the magic flows within our blood

And fairy's dance beneath the moon,

Where green mists

Hang above crystal-shining lakes,

And the wild heather grows.

 

Reviews

[Hope]

I am (i think) quarter irish and when you said that it runs in our veins...it really does!! I love "where green mists/hang above crystal-shining lakes/and the wild heather grows" I just want to close my eyes and be on the shores of Eire!!

[Kiya]

So pretty! I'm a quarter Irish but have never been to the land itself. I survive on descriptions alone, and this one is one of the prettiest so far. I love it!

"Where green mists
Hang above crystal-shining lakes
And the wild heather grows"

I can just imagine my gran reading this to me in the same voice she uses for "Wee folk small folk trooping all together, green jacket red cap and white owl's feather" A wonderful discriptive poem. Kudos :)