I sit here as smoke rises above tired eyes,
I listen to music of this troubled land,
And with eyes now closed,
I am in a sunlit meadow laden with ancient round stone on the shore of Connemara,
I can hear waves crash on this land and in the hearts of every Irish man, woman and child alive,
For such a gift to be born on this Emerald Isle,
You are all worth a thousand smiles,
So, I wish you all a pleasant and calm Irish night.
As the waves crash on the shores of Connemara.
~ G McK