||[Feb. 16th, 2009|03:42 pm]
|||||Tobacco Island - Flogging Molly||]|
I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on,' cried she.
"Come out of charity
And dance with me in Ireland.'
Ugh this is crazy. I have been having dreams about Ireland! I want to go so badly! Hurry up summer! I want to propose a trip to Ireland with my dad (and my brother if he wants to) because I have waited 19 bloody years to go and lately I feel like it has been calling out to me. It's a weird feeling but it keeps haunting me.
I wanna see if my dad will say yes, then propose that we travel to New York for like 2 days, see some sites, then go to the island (omg the name escapes me for some reason) and see if we can't look any of our relatives up. I think it would be fun, then from New York we can travel to Ireland!
I wanna see the ocean and climb up lovely green hills; complain about how cold it is, even though I am accustomed to the cold here in WI. I wanna see the age-full villages and really see where my heritage comes from. I am almost completely irish and I'm fucking proud of it.
I think my dad would enjoy it too; catching up with his roots, he loves to hike and this time I'd be willing to hike with him.
I must visit Ireland
Its call pervades my brain
Flooding me with feelings
Of aching love and pain
I shall gaze upon its lush lands
Entranced within its spell
Engrossed in tales of "wee folk"
And those of "Banshee wails"
I'll bring to mind its famine
Where many folk did die
I'll linger and I'll ponder
Tragedies of life . . . and why?
Visit, I must, to Ireland
To that land of emerald green
Paying tribute to those departed
And a country's future dream