>A Vision of Ireland

by Brendan Strong

>He walked the way
From his childhood
Home
His face looked carved out by
The wind and the waves

He reached the cliff
Stared into the sea
That looked like his face because of
The wind and the waves.

He started to giggle
Went on to cackle
And then screamed with laughter
At the great Atlantic sea.

Claiming lives that sought refuge
Through it
With it
And sometimes
In it.

So distracted was he
Slipped, rolled and fell,
Giggling, cackling and screaming
Into the Atlantic sea

I, learning the lesson
Stepped back
Once
Twice
And laughed until
I fell into
The brittle rough heather and
Grass tufts of
The soft, solid ground.

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