GREEN PASTURES

GREEN PASTURES ,WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?

Remembering those days when I sat high up on the mountain top, with the wind viciously dancing among my auburn curls. I recall the sensation of clarity. Moments of sheer delight.
I saw beauty in that green, oneness in the running hills.

This is Ireland.

To me, I felt the tortures of the past and the triumphs of tomorrow on the blistered streets of Dublin. Foot soldiers tramped across the same green green pastures defending their country that never had much love.

All this I recall.

To a country that I might have misunderstood, I say a thank you.

And now, in my nostalgia, I can say clearly, I miss that rugged culture, the Baileys coffee nights and the little sheep grazing on the pastures near and far.