Making My Way to Erin- Poem by Becca Wood

Making My Way to Erin

I've seen your beauty in still motion

But my mind gives you the best of notions

I wish to meet you in person someday

I wish to see your thirty shades of green meet skies of gray

Your devoted culture allures me

I could leave my land tomorrow across the wretched sea

My eyes burn green for you

Through this polluted hue

Your lands are untouched like a virgin to corruption

And hope they never see the modern day eruption

May your lands stay pure

To my heart you are the cure

But 'til the day we meet

May the dream stay sweet

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BeccaWood 4 years ago from Southaven, MS Author

Thank you, rock_nj.

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Rock_nj 4 years ago from New Jersey

Beautiful poem. There is an inner yearning to visit ancestral lands. One of the biggest thrills of my life was meeting up with cousins from the country my ancestors came from. A feeling that cannot be compared to anything else.

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BeccaWood 4 years ago from Southaven, MS Author

Thank you, and dont worry ive already saved up a good chunk for the trip now its just the timing and planning.

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Joanne M Olivieri 4 years ago

Ah, what a beautiful ode and I hope that your dream comes true. Well done.

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