When the Heart Comes
Home
by Zelma Dennis
La Mirada California, USA
Céad Míle Fáilte sings from every rock
and rill,
and from the breeze that dances down a heather hill.
The fairy lights that twinkle in a secret glen
Tell me that I'm home again.
The old boreen that beckons with it's wandering way,
The drifting smoke of peat fire at the close of day.
The promise of the rainbow lifting spirits high
that brings new hope because the storm has passed by.
Bright laughter of the Ceili in a friendly glow
The Seanachie who spins the tales of long ago.
My heart goes with wild geese that fly the wide seas
foam,
and on St. Patrick's Day, dear Erin call me home.
