Saturday, March 16, 2013

hills of green

Hill of Tara, Ireland

hills of green
calling to my soul
learn magic
feel magic
visit your ancestors’ land
if only i could





Shadorma poem posted for dVerse's prompt – it’s not easy being green.

14 comments:

  1. ah if only....to walk the paths of those that came before us and learn their magic...i could get down with that...smiles.

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  2. I know the pull of vising one's ancestors' land ~ If only I could too ~

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  3. Anonymous3/16/2013

    Yes - and it calls from all over the world - rice paddies, tea plantations, emerald isle--thanks. k.

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  4. I've Irish blood running through me, too. Oh, how I'd like to go there one day.

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  5. I feel it too... that pull. It's as though the earth breathes there when you step upon ancestral pathways. Lovely poem.

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  6. It's always good to go back to your roots !!!

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  7. there sure is magic in walking these paths.. hope you can make it one day.. ireland just breathes beauty and history..

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  8. .. you could... you only have to move your feet & a li'l drop of courage & trust... go on... life is too short for regrets.. smiles...

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  9. I plan to go next year for the first time...my roots are in County Cork...so I hear you!! I hear the call.

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  10. Lovely, so many people live uprooted from where they feel they are coming from. A very strong take.

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  11. very nostalgic, an everyday story of migration for bread and shelter.

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  12. A beautiful picture of green and it tells the tale of longing for one's roots.

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  13. I have been and yearn to go back. You leave a piece of your heart there when you go, it is mystical, magical, and it is always calling to your soul. Lovely format, loved the image too!

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