Yet I stare at it sadly for its thru a picture I see,
this land far,far away from mine
I watch the clock in patient time
for someday soon I'll touch the sand
of this calm place called Ireland.
I can hear the Atlantic pounding so hard
I can see the sun set by a still grave yard.
I can feel the mist of a small seaport.
I can feel the awe of Powerscourt*.
I can feel the releif of the dew-settled field
that in due time its crops will yield.
I can hear the wolves crying out on the moor.
I can taste the taste of the streams so pure
So, someday soon, (I'm hoping) I'll be able to stand,
and say I've finally made it to this place called Ireland."
Chantal O'Connor
