InisOirr

Here is another poem from my trip to Ireland. We visited the Aran Island of InisOirr (Inishere) on a spectacular day and took a pony cart ride around the island. Just as we were leaving, another cart driver asked if we wanted a ride. Here is my poem.

InisOirr

The craggy shores of InisOirr drew nearer as we sailed

Upon a silken sea beneath white clouds

As we drew up to the dock the magic island beckoned

Its spider web of stone walls called us forth

We met a thousand dreams, some ancient, some brand new

But each one sang to us enchanted songs

The island dogs served escort as wanderings led to wonders

Everyplace we stopped called to our souls

And lives are lived in full there in peace and simple pleasure

The best of all the ages holding fast

Yet too soon departure called and as reluctantly I answered
A cart man pitched a ride about his land
"The sun is here," he said, "it shines here every day"
He smiled to let me in on his small jest
My hand went to my heart as I answered him in kind
"It shines in here, that's good enough for me."

Copyright (c) 2009 Mary Beth Watt. All rights reserved.