Food for Thought-The Poverty of My Irish Dreams

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Lay your dreams beside me,
Sleep now,
In my impoverished peace,
Woven distant memories,
Stitched along the winter fleece,
In the hills round Sligo’s green,
The past calls gently,
I must cease to weep,
Round the villages,
Of Tyrone’s hills,
My soul readily careens,
To our lovely home,
A place the neighbors,
Kindly keep.

–Richard Bryant

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2 thoughts on “Food for Thought-The Poverty of My Irish Dreams

    • Ron, thank you much. I was having a homesick moment for our Irish sojourn a few days ago. We had a folk festival on the island over the past few days and it’s been much storytelling and music in these parts. I’m glad things are back to normal today. I hope you’re well.

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