Poem About Trip To The Dingle Peninsula |
Meandering winding roads in the rain Plunge through fog-shrouded Irish terrain Cows graze contented past steep inclines Destination beckons, as brakes whine Shortened day in dark December Warm fire hearth shoots crackling embers Shall sticky toffee pudding be my choice? Will my grief and longing ever find their voice? Time flew away from me for a while Destination Ireland dredged up a smile Aer Lingus to Shannon, a car to Dingle Christmas concert, crazy celtic mingle Will there be a memory to embrace? As I recall my mother's dying face... Warmth wraps around my heart and spirit Carry on the journey as we near it Will I ever return to this southern town Softly singing, soothing this enduring frown Showing Christmas joy is in day's living Not in the getting, but deep in giving..... |