the calling

Lying east of the isle Great Britain

seperated by the sea
land of the great hunger
and death as one to me.

Land of the unknown, Erie
Kilkenny no longer knows
Ulster I come back to haunt you
you know not my comes and goes.

The high king will remember
the province I come to bear arms
Ive not a spell to share lads
but I know of the islands charms.

She haunts me as I wander
I haunt her with my soul
I bring my nightly shadow
and on your home it falls.

I lived a time of druids
I 've lived thru patrick's claims
Palladuis cannot argue
the chronicles were not framed.

The green fields are much dimmer
the cattle, less to see
the forrests much  less deeper
but the woods remember me.

No matter where you go then
remember this my friend
the pull of the island calling
her love will never end.

 

Reviews

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Very discriptive. You can feel the love you have for your home and I can see your land clearly in my head. I enjoyed this write very much.

[Samuel Dickens]

The lure of the green island captures the heart of many. Such beautiful words, Tmiller.