#18 - Ireland Arrival
Éire, we're here, breathing
Cobalt breeze. The mountains
Stretch under the sun.
Sléibhte Chill Mhantáin.
Sun in our eyes as we
Drive to our temporary homes.
The streets are quiet -
Sound of wind.
Wicklow peeking behind rows
Of tidy silent houses.
i like the line "Sun in our eyes"...
ReplyDeleteI wish I could speak the language. I often listen to Live Ireland radio, and it always makes me wish the same thing...:-)
ReplyDeleteI don't even know how they manage to read it! ;)
DeleteIt is one of my travel dreams to go there... And this made me long even more!
ReplyDeleteI hope you can go! Thanks :)
Deletebreathing cobalt - Just lovely. I'd love to hear more of Ireland!
ReplyDeleteThank you! These are older, so no more Ireland poetry for now, but hopefully if I go back.. :)
DeleteI hope one day to go to Ireland...to go to the land of my ancesters
ReplyDeleteI hope you do too! And then blog about it ;)
DeleteI value the dual-language approach. Lovely read.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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