Green coloured glasses

Green coloured glasses

A Poem by Donald Meikle

I have never seen Ireland

We plan a vacation there

And yet I worry 

Will it disappoint me?

Will  frustration with Troubles

Cloud my vision?

Can I concentrate on the countryside

Knowing that religion has reared its ugly head

Wales is oh so beautiful

Will I see Ireland through angry eyes?

Ruined by a greedy English king

Who could not sire a son

Or will hope widen my vision?

Will I see through Celtic eyes

That know the ways

And live the days

In freedom

© 2010 Donald Meikle


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You see......you want to return back home, it's an urge, isn't it? This is essential. We remember in our genes, through water. Water knows, it has the ability to remember its environment; we are 95 % made of water.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I think you ask questions that only you can answer. I had reservations about eating an artichoke until I tried one, then my senses told me they were quite good. Hopefully, yours will too. (when you see Ireland, that is)

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Donald Meikle
Donald Meikle

Halifax, MA



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Liverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..

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