Am I Beautiful in Ireland~ By Nancy Linden

Am I beautiful in Ireland?
“Yes” the mountains tell me so.
They stand up tall and signal “yes,”
in welcome, a heather green hello.

Am I accepted in Ireland?
“Yes” the winds confer.
They whisper “yes” across my ears,
with mystical enchanting purr.

Am I valued in Ireland?
The answer “yes” you see.
American flags wave valiantly,
aside Irish flags for me.

Am I desired in Ireland?
A cheerful “yes” is spoke.
The Irish say, “Come over!”
to lavish encouragement with hope.

Am I beloved in Ireland?
“Yes” the answer read.
As child adored, told fables of lore, of heartache, pain and dead.
You see these hearty people struggled to be strong.
They scraped the land with labor from dusk until the dawn.
By grit and determination they prevailed against the Man.
A Republic is now flourishing,
so forward Emerald Plan!

Am I beloved in Ireland?
The answer “yes” again.
The dancing earth of peat and mirth,
sings footsteps from my pen.

Am I beloved in Ireland?
The answer “yes” and “yes,”
called gray white gull, gliding just below,
and repeated from her nest.

Am I beloved in Ireland?
Of “yes,” and “yes,” and “yes,”
My roots lay deep,
under trees on steep,
shade beacons home for rest.
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Am I beautiful in Ireland?
The mirror is the land.
The lakes and streams reflect my dreams,
while future extends its hand.

So, I say “yes” to Ireland,
The answer “yes” indeed,
I am beautiful in Ireland,
God’s glory would agree.


Author Bio:
Dr. Nancy Linden is a Critical Thinking Lecturer at Savannah State University. She is the author of several books for Reading Comprehension and she enjoys traveling and learning customs from different cultures and other women.