Sunday, March 15, 2015

Where my heart lies...

Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone
             ~ Garth Brooks 

Petergate, with a view of York Minster, York, UK photo by Tess Kincaid

Unknown…yet familiar,
we walked the cobblestone streets—
jaws dropped agape into
“Pinch me, am I really here?”
position

Were we actually on foreign soil,
or had we finally found our way
‘home’

© Ginny Brannan 2015

Photo: G.Brannan, Kilkenny, Ireland 2006












Photo: G.Brannan, Galway, Ireland 2003













Written for Magpie Tales #261, inspired by Image taken by Tess Kincaid.
           She provides the image, we the story!

11 comments:

  1. Enjoyed your take on this one!

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  2. Lovely, and I know that feeling of wow, I can hardly believe it I'm just so happy to be here!

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  3. Love it! I have those feelings having lived in San Francisco and the Bay Area (and always seeing it in photos) but it isn't the UK with the history! I have been invited to visit some friends there this summer.

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  4. A sentiment that couldn't be truer. Yet, in reality, Ireland and England are most definitely NOT the same - LOL

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  5. A sentiment that couldn't be truer. Yet, in reality, Ireland and England are most definitely NOT the same - LOL

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  6. Sometime you have to travel a bit before you find home

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  7. At times, in the unknown we get the best of peace. A place, never visited, suddenly embraces with open arms....Beautiful!

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  8. Love your personal take...I can feel your DNA tingling...

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  9. A very nice feeling here.. What a glorious feeling you portray.

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