*Picture taken by Mike Sullivan (my husband) near the Rock of Cashel. Road leads to Hore Abbey, an ruin of an old Abbey. (We didn't make it to this abbey on this trip)
My heart lies in Ireland.... in her hills and her castles.
I dream in vivid colors - of green so lush and rich that is hard to believe.
I dream of narrow roads, rock walls dividing farms and land...
rocky farms and sparse and spare mountains with monolithic graves on top
The beating of my heart throbs to drums that beat in the past....
...a past so close that you try to brush it away from your face, like a cobweb
Warriors and cheiftans of past kingdoms ride wearily by on their chargers
A rich history of turmoil, beauty, poetry and death
Clans hating each other and fighting for parcels of land
...killing one another for the future that belonged to the English
A famine that killed irish men, women and children.....indescriminate of whom it took....
not caring of the destruction and devastation of families and land
Land that wept as its children abandoned her for a new life across the sea...
leaving behind families, lovers and ghosts who drifted looking for their loved ones
Castles crumbled...lit by fire and legend and haunted by banshees
that cried out warnings to their clans of impending death and disaster
The mists of pearlized air that drift around the valleys and hills of
counties like Clare, Offaly, Kerry, Roscommon, Kilkenny and Cork....
mists that thrive in the atmosphere that is uniquely Ireland
These mists hid enemies and sparked legends and songs.
Abbies, Monesteries, Druids and Sacred Forests once thrived in the troubled land....
religious centers like Cashel and Tara are now crowned by broken chapels, empty hills
and long forgotten symbols that are no longer revered as they once were...
and traditions that still flame to life when they are remembered
My heart lies in Ireland.... in her hills and her castles.
I dream in vivid colors - of green so lush and rich that is hard to believe.
I dream of narrow roads, rock walls dividing farms and land...
rocky farms and sparse and spare mountains with monolithic graves on top.
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Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on August 24, 2008
Yes indeed..it is a magical place..I loved it..visited twice
Hi SilverCelticMoon! Thanks for making me feel Irish for a moment.
I would love to go to Ireland someday. It's truly a magical land.
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Beautifully imaged in illustration and verse, you bring the Emerald Isle vividly to life. I wouldn't mind visiting Ireland meself. As Karen said, our parents went right after 9/11 (after they allowed flights again) and were treated lovingly and graciously by the people. Made quite the impression on them, and on me, too. Well done!
Beautiful poetry, and I love the pic! I would love to go to the Land of the Shamrocks myself; my parents were fortunate to go right after September 11, 2001, and they said the Irish people treated them very well and that they saw more American flags than Irish! Imagine that! :) Very well done; brava! Sliante! (I think that's how it is spelled! LOL)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
You beckon to my Celtic soul, Silver. Thank you for sharing this beautiful gift. Love and peace,
Regis
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on April 21, 2006
Thank you for this sharing of knowledge of a country I find myself interested in. I will visit it. The road in this photo would tempt me into a long walk to see where it goes :-) Love all the colour in homes and flowers too! It certainly is a beautiful area.
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Blessings,
vesna
I would love to go to Ireland someday. It's truly a magical land.
You are welcome to visit my sites at either www.freewebs.com/kendoo or
here in the "Den".
Paul;-)
This exquisite poem reminds me of the Forty Shades of Green !
I share your love and passion for the Emerald Isle !
Blessings
Peter
Love Tinka
Janet
Beautifully imaged in illustration and verse, you bring the Emerald Isle vividly to life. I wouldn't mind visiting Ireland meself. As Karen said, our parents went right after 9/11 (after they allowed flights again) and were treated lovingly and graciously by the people. Made quite the impression on them, and on me, too. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Beautiful poetry, and I love the pic! I would love to go to the Land of the Shamrocks myself; my parents were fortunate to go right after September 11, 2001, and they said the Irish people treated them very well and that they saw more American flags than Irish! Imagine that! :) Very well done; brava! Sliante! (I think that's how it is spelled! LOL)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Felix
Regis