The Lonesome Rock and other Poems and Shorts

The Hills of Ireland

I am a place of beauty and splendor,

rolling waves of vibrant green grass.

I am an ancient place.

A place of kings and queens,

castles and ruins.

America you have much to learn. 

I have seen times of despair 

of famine.

Times when my people starved 

and it was my fault.

I am a place of writing,

of art.

The Book of Kells a wondrous piece of me.

I am known for luck,

people dancing merilly

and the flaming red hair of my people.

So come ye traveler.

Return to me.

The ancient land of the Celts.

Come home to the hills of Ireland.