In a message dated 1/10/2009 8:56:06 P.M. Eastern Standard Time, loftus.edward286@gmail.com writes: I went to Ireland in 1999 and one night as I stood outside the B&B I heard water running. It was so quiet the water seeping through the side of the mountain(Ox Mountain) could be heard...I never wanted to go home, and now that I have dual citizenship I ask myself everyday why don't I go back for good. ed On 1/10/09, Mary Ellen Chambers <maryln61@sbcglobal.net> wrote: > I think this poem so truly expresses the feeling one has when they are at > last "home". I remember sitting on the stoop of the cottage we rented, just > down the road from my familiy's homeplace outside Westport. I was joined by > my granddaughter and younger sister. We all sat there that moring with a > cuppa, enjoying the June sun and looking at Croagh Patrick. Then, on the > morning breeze, we heard the sound of pipes. All three of us followed the > melody, up the back boreen beside my Gran''s old cottage to the garden of my > cousin's home. Before us, in all his Scot regalia was the father of the > groom practicing for the wedding at St. Mary's that afternoon. For the > first time in over a hundred years, many of the descendants of the > emigrating siblings had returned for a wedding. We had come from the USA, > Canada, England and Australia. We had come "home". > > Mary Ellen Chambers > > Mary Ellen Chambers > > --- On Sat, 1/10/09, Jean R. <jeanrice@cet.com> wrote: > > From: Jean R. <jeanrice@cet.com> > Subject: [IRELAND] "Home, " Eileen McGOVERN (contemp.) NY - Roots Cos. Cavan > To: IRELAND-L@rootsweb.com > Date: Saturday, January 10, 2009, 7:32 PM > > HOME > > I come, > So keen, > To feel it all again, > To climb the hill, > Knowing the old house is there, > And when I reach the top, > So happy, and smiling > I know, > There is nothing there, > Yet it is all there, > And I know, > I am home. > > No sound, > But silence, > The breeze, the birds, my past, > All about me calls to me within, > So loudly > And yet it is quiet, > All life, now gone, > Yet so lively, > And I know, > I am home. > > Laughter, songs, > Long ago laughed and sung, > Small feet, in boots, > All sound about me, > The trees, the bushes, > So old, > There then and now > I hear it all, > And I know, > I am home. > > So sad, > Life past, > All gone, > No more, > But who, > Once I have gone, > Will love this place as I > And know > That they > Are home? > > -- Eileen McGovern, "Leitrim Guardian" (1998) > Her parents, Terry & Breege (nee Dolan) were both from Doobally,Cavan. > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > IRELAND-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > IRELAND-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes > in the subject and the body of the message > **************A Good Credit Score is 700 or Above. See yours in just 2 easy steps! (http://pr.atwola.com/promoclk/100000075x1215855013x1201028747/aol?redir=http://www.freecreditreport.com/pm/default.aspx?sc=668072%26hmpgID=62%26bcd=De cemailfooterNO62)