Ireland I
am coming home
I can see
your rolling fields of green
And fences
made of stone
~ Garth Brooks
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| 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
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| Photo: G.Brannan, Kilkenny, Ireland 2006 |
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| 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!
Enjoyed your take on this one!
ReplyDeleteLovely, and I know that feeling of wow, I can hardly believe it I'm just so happy to be here!
ReplyDeleteLove 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.
ReplyDeletenothing like home
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ReplyDeleteSometime you have to travel a bit before you find home
ReplyDeleteAt times, in the unknown we get the best of peace. A place, never visited, suddenly embraces with open arms....Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteLove your personal take...I can feel your DNA tingling...
ReplyDeleteA very nice feeling here.. What a glorious feeling you portray.
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