The Emerald Isle has always seemed (at least to this poet) a magical and mystical land. Such mysteries are carried on the breeze which blows, ever so often, across the Irish landscapes and stimulates the poetic imagination in so many wondrous ways. A very special appeal, as the Mother to her wayward child, across the centuries, calling it to return once more to its ancient, be it ancestral home. Of course, it must be said, whether the poet is adequately...
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