Poet\u2019s Corner by John J. Burns <\/p>\n\n\n\n
FREEWHEELER NEWS <\/p>\n\n\n\n
February 2020 \/ March 2020 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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IRELAND <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Half Irish New Yorker, that I am; who in many midnight dreams, saw green fields in multi shades sliced by your fish filled streams; and once – at a dreamt rainbow\u2019s end, saw little men dancing
about a gold filled pot it did portend. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And who – upon waking from a dream perused a poem to see,
if the lakeside cabin I\u2018d serenely dreamt lay by Yeats\u2019 lake in Innisfree;
and who-flew to you to find for sure, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
the root and cause of your broad allure. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Driving north from Dublin City to Cashel\u2019s Rock, through Tralee Town and Kerry\u2019s Ring,
in many pubs I paused to sing;
and drink black beer with friendly folks, who with a smile,
and blarney laced with blessed jokes, beckoned me to stay awhile. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2019Twas twixt these pleasant party times
I hunted your history and my bloodlines,
and so came to learn of your famine ships
on which your folks fled hunger
and oppressive Brits,
to shores far off from your County Cork,
-in my grandfather\u2019s case, to my dear New York, where they found opportunity and built new lives,
in their adopted countries-where now your beauty thrives. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And now I know that by intellect and charm,
your diaspora dealt our world no cause for alarm; for from all that I saw while visiting your shore Ireland, I\u2019m prouder now that I\u2019m Irish than ever before. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
John J. Burns (Copyright December 2013) Author of \u201cLifebeats\u201d A Collection of Poems by John J. Burns available in Kindle version by searching Amazon.Com <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Poet\u2019s Corner by John J. Burns FREEWHEELER NEWS February 2020 \/ March 2020 Page 19 IRELAND Half Irish New Yorker, that I am; who in many midnight dreams, saw green fields in multi shades sliced by your fish filled streams; and once – at a dreamt rainbow\u2019s end, saw little men dancingabout a gold filled … <\/p>\n