Ireland is Calling

There is something drawing me,
to a place I’ve never been.
A land that’s a part of me,
and something within.

It may be from another time,
when I was not around.
But it is drawing me,
in a way that’s so profound.

To you it may be a mystery,
why this should be so strong.
But in my soul I know this,
it’s where my heart belongs.

The legends and myths,
are always in my mind.
And there I need to go,
to see what I shall find.

If for no other reason,
than to see what’s calling.
The time has come for me,
to stop all this stalling.

For Ireland is calling me,
to its emerald shores.
For my ancestery is calling,
and sometimes it truly roars…

Bernard Howe