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Some people refer to Ireland as Róisín Dubh
which means Little Dark Rose.
But I’ll tell you, Ireland is no mere rose
and little and dark are way off.
Ireland is a sunflower in a field of drab imitations.
Ireland is precious and as beautiful as sunlight in the rain.
Bright and gorgeous,
a splash of yellow in the wet green fields
under a strangely blue sky.
Ireland changes the world you’re in.
She inspires poetry and song and the shaping of things with your hands.
She inspires every human male.
Once you step foot in her delicate soil,
if you don’t think you’re simply the luckiest man on Earth,
then you have no soul
and there is no hope in Heaven or on Earth for you.
When I hear Róisín Dubh.
I think of Ireland
and I think of my beautiful, bright sunflower.
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beautiful
Comment by mom May 3, 2010 @ 5:44 pm