IRELAND

Poem

               


     The red blood of my body gave me my homeland. 
        I was unknown.  

     Claimed as native American or Italy's Romantic ethic, with a touch of Egypt, Israeli or Arab. A book by its cover only.
Some said the Spanish might claim me, others remarked Mexico flowed through my veins.


     Long lived the unknown knowledge of my birth rights.
Undiscovered, the place that earth bore my ancestors.  


     Till a gift given cracked my code and sprang from it was...Ireland, Scotland and Wales.

     Eyes opened wide, mouths dropped, and heads moved back and forth.  
     A child of Ireland that could   
                 Not be!

Her hair is dark and straight. Her eyes are the color of earth.  Judged by my outer cover the green, green, grass of Ireland fell far from my tree.  

     It's several years of Happy St Patty's days, Celtic music never sounded better. Leprechauns and gold at the end of rainbows make me smile.

     Proud to be born in America but, Ireland calls to me in the wind, and has me dancing to it's music's sound. All the signs of my lost heritage stands clearer. 

     A Catholic girl, with a name of Wee Bonny lass, that was christened Mary in the holy church of Rome laying in the arms of the Sheehan's.

    I was always part of the green grass of the highlands and heather moorland in the Isles of Ireland, Scotland and Wales.

    I just had to give a drop of DNA to bring out my color true.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' ..'Her hair is dark and straight. Her eyes are the color of earth. Judged by my outer cover the green, green, grass of Ireland fell far from my tree.

It's several years of Happy St Patty's days, Celtic music never sounded better. Leprechauns and gold at the end of rainbows make me smile. '

How wonderful to read your delight and pride in discovering there's that special Celtic blood running through your veins!!! Your history will show up so many facts, hope you can create a family tree -
would and will make fascinating telling! No wonder, you've expressed and laid your feelings very creatively, Bonnie.

[Bonnie Paige]

Thanks emmajoy, always good to see your reviews. DNA tree already set up. Never knowing my family history. I couldn't tell my kids anything about my side of the family. So my daughter bought me a DNA kit one Christmas. It opened my eyes and also found a nice I'd been looking for. Missing 30 years Ancestry. Com brought her back to my brother and I. So proud to know the Irish, Scottish, Wales side of me. DNA was my muse for the day. Thank you for your time to read it.

[emmajoy]

Great news! Hopefully you can gradually go into a hundred and one different places/sites, etc. and find out more and more when you have time. It's fascinating, rather like digging for treasure! Hope all's well with you and yours, keep safe. :)

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A wonderful heart touching poem on the love of our individual cultures. Our varied diversity, and yet commonality in yearning for ancestral home. I enjoyed reading this poem of yours.

[Bonnie Paige]

Carlos L Estrada made to think I was of latino, Mexican, indigenous, heritage for almost most all of my life. Ireland came as such a shock that writing my feelings towards my new found heritage came extremely easy. I have always loved the Celtic culture and now proud to be apart of it. Thank you for taking the time to read.

[Diverse TV]

So nice to explore the world and feel the earth within us, lumps of minerals from all over, brought together with the breath of life. Thank you for sharing.

[Bonnie Paige]

Thank you for your thoughtful comment.