The Home of the Green Man
Green, Life, Call.
The lure is strong
And full of life
To the man
Who is not yet a man.
It calls him, lures him
To a land he has never known.
His blood guides him
To the land of his relations
His grandfather’s spirit guides him
Though he has never known him
In the land of living
O! The pain!
O! The joy!
O! The urge
To go to the green land!
He dreams of the place
He must go to
If he ever wishes to rest
O! The life!
O! The Joy!
O! The call
Of the green land!
Then he realizes
He has never been
Home here
Why not go
To the green land
The land where
Fantasies roam.
The Story Behind The Poem
This poem was written in honour of my paternal grandfather, who passed away before I was born. He was from Northern Ireland, in the County Armagh, and I was told several times growing up that he would have liked me. I became fascinated with my Irish heritage and this poem is about that fascination and call to visit Ireland one day.
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