by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

Created on: May 05, 2009

I walk in streets that once

were paved with Viking gold

and wander mountains

dropped from the Cailleach's apron

I am undone by you, my country.

Born in the tradition of Pearse

my heart beats with every wave

every swell and ebb of the mighty

Atlantic - crashing against the western coast

I am stunned by you, my country.

I write paeans to your heights

and my soul finds rest and hope

in the gentle swell of your valleys

and I walk in the shadow of giants and heroes

I am made by you, my country

Anna Livia is my mother

my love for her is unbounded

I am a child of her undulations

and the march of my nation is hers

O my love, my home, my country.

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