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ODE TO IRELAND

Land of mirth and mead

of Waterford Crystal and

Kilkenney Cats.

We laughed in you,

prayed and sang and

found our ancient

dwelling places.

Land where our sons

were welcomed to

their grandfather's home

And smelled the breath

of Stout and whiskey

and Family.

We remember

your 4 A.M. dawns,

10 P.M. Sunsets

your Ocean City

with a brogue,

   TRAMORE.

Land that haunts

our hearts and

calls forth our

   garrulousness

We long to see you again.


   Rose Marie Hogan