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Beyond Ireland
Red shades of light,
Fragrances garden sweet,
Dancing shadows in the distance
To an unknown beat.
I sing to thee,
Places far away;
A different time.
Swords clinking,
Practicing.
Laughter so sweet;
Young maidens whispering secrets;
Giggling children playing
What melody is this?
Sleepless nights,
Weary eyes,
Shutting tight.
Forgotten lands, holding hands.
A new day, a new song, a new way.
Dream, dream my sweet children
for tomorrow is yet to be.
By: Bernice Bowling.
