Sailing Galway for New England

Hurried on board like the cattle in
the rail cars
No longer to watch from the meadow high
or full moon and stars

But Gallway I miss you so and the clover
from my fathers land
Now its on to New England where the stones
of shores touch the sand

Timidly I move to the bow and stare
down at a dividing sea
And just like the people I leave behind
separated from me

Just another Irishman just another
farmers son but hands with much to do
I'll work for my board and a horse of my own
I'll work for nothing and less too

And all the talk of slavery spare me your
cries and tears
For I have sailed from Ireland my
home for all these years

Like my Father before me too I look
for a meal or two or more
Yet settle for a labor of love
on such a strange and distant shore

Now night I'll go below the decks and listen to the
my dieing and the sickened kin
And dream about my homeland and a girl
whos heart I tried to win

But take me home I cry to no one
listening .... there is no one I know alive
So onward to New England
no family.... no child.... no wife










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Ericdierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

Just beautiful my friend and the pictures were perfect. My biological father met my biological mother, her from Italy and he from Ireland on a ship set sail for the America's. Alone and then both together and his tragic death. Thank you my friend for speaking his mind.


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Eric , There are so many stories like this that created our country ! Of your father ? thats sad my friend !..Italian and Irish what a combo !...Ed


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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

A lovely story in a poem. It reminds me of my parents-in-law. They met on a ship on the way to Australia.


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Blossom , oh now there is some history worth reading ! Thank you >


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and beautiful. So sentimental and wonderful. Seeking to find a new life and love in a new country. I know how it was with my parents the memories always remain. Loved this and passing it on.

You might enjoy taking a listen your poem reminded me of this Irish song I really like http://youtu.be/VRsD_ErDqTA


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Gypsy rose , Me deary ! I love all things Celtic , I guess its the damned Irish in me , My father used to tell us .lol.......:-} He was Scottish , my mother Irish .


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ImKarn23 3 years ago

Jesus Cowboy - you're ripping my heart out here - and - i was having such a happy go lucky day...lol..

The thing is - reading your words - no matter how disturbing or inspiring (or both) - is still like sliding down a waterfall of warm thick syrup - a rare treat indeed!

Happy...whateva'!

voting up and sharing on..(it's that little button that says 'HUBPAGES FOLLOWERS'..

come on cowboy - show me you can, um - find the button..

omg..haha..


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Happy egg day Leslie , Drop the peeps and step away from the jelly beans though......... my little outlaw friend !

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