By Shannon Andée Brindle
The land of my elders
The home of my heritage
In the Emerald Isle’s splendors,
I search for a vestige,
Of what rests in my future –
Yet, I discover no tablature
Perched upon the Cliffs of Moher
Scaling the Giant steps of the Causeway
Whilst the ocean ebbs from shore
I merrily jig at the Tigh Coili in Galway
Even in the ruins of Dunluce
My constellation remains obtuse
I visit my ancestral Longford
Blindly hurling my javelin,
My aim skewed in cruising the Killary Ford
What I seek may lie in Dublin
God’s decree for me may still possess a veil
Yet, I shall always find my path back to Innisfail
