My Dream Of Ireland

I first wrote this in 2015 as a song, but I’ve redone it today.

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I’ll cross the sea that lays before me
And swim ashore on foreign land.
There to rest my aching body
With the clover in my hand.

Farewell, my friends and neighbours,
Drink my health and wish me well.
One day perhaps we’ll drink together
On that shore beyond the swell.

Green and yellow call me onwards,
Fly me high and take me far.
Cast my dreams before my journey
Let no memory in me scar.

Blow you wind against the barley,
Sway light your golden ears.
Play the music soft and lowly
Castaway your wretched tears.

Today we drink and not be sober
In this land beyond the sea.
The grave we view is barren and empty,
Because the dream still lives in me.

Dear Mary come you back in summer,
Paint the meadows green with rain.
Warm sun to colour yellow,
Then dig the hole and hide the blame.

Rolling shadows, flowing mountains,
Silent valleys, deepest sea.
Dreams unfolding all before you,
Visions only we can see.

Unfurl the flag, play the pipes.
Soulful melody stills the air.
Until we reach the land that waits us.
Can you see it over there?

Speak thy name and toast thee plenty,
On this Island in the sea!
Sing the songs and shout the glory,
Pray the day when all are free.

Shield the memories in the shadows,
Dig the holes and hide them deep.
Holding hands, best foot forward,
No more nightmares only dream of sleep.

Today together we’ll swim this sea,
And come ashore on welcome land.
There to rest our aching bodies
And clasp the clover in our hand.

© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp’s introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic accident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All seven of his novels are now published by Creativia with the seventh—The Widow’s Son, completing a three book series alongside: What Happened In Vienna, Jack? and Once I Was A Soldier. Under the Creativia publishing banner, The Desolate Garden went on to become a bestselling novel in World and Russian Literature in 2017. The following year, in May 2018, his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? was a number one bestseller on four separate Amazon sites: America, UK, Canada, and Australia.  Although it's true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the mystery involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he writes, namely: Why? A Complicated Love, and the intriguing story titled The Story That Had No Beginning. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising that first novel of his. He continues to write novels, poetry and the occasional quote; this one is taken from the beginning of Once I Was A Soldier There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality.
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15 Responses to My Dream Of Ireland

  1. What a beautiful poem, Danny. I am quite overwhelmed by it.

    • Daniel Kemp says:

      I have some strange haunting memories of Ireland that are impossible for me to forget. Inside I think I’m a romantic and try my best to see only the good in people. Thank you for those words. I’m in a hole at the moment but I’m not sure if I want to climb out quite yet. It’s comfortable in here if you know what I mean.

  2. Daniel Kemp says:

    🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

  3. Deepa says:

    That’s beautiful. 🙂
    I love Ireland and Scotland. So much history buried there.
    Unfortunately, nowadays, the term Northern Ireland is synonymous with Brexit block.

  4. Daniel Kemp says:

    Thank you, Deepa. Yes, I think the ugly word of Brexit is involved over there.

  5. Onisha Ellis says:

    Did you live in Ireland?

  6. Daniel Kemp says:

    I was there for a while, yes.

  7. As someone who lives in Ireland.. I loved it. I might moan about the weather from time to time but as far as being in the heart of the kindest and most welcoming people on the planet.. you cannot beat it…

  8. delphini510 says:

    Daniel, your poem brings tears to my eyes. It is so very beautiful and if I may so so,
    also has soft music in it. It weaves between glory, beauty and sorrows.
    “Today we drink and not be sober” .
    I have been in Ireland many times and got to love its beauty and people.

    Miriam

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