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Ireland: Day 3

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We slumbered longer than intended
Refreshed by each deep breath drawn
Beginning to stir to our wonder
When our bodies expected the dawn

We walked well-tread paths toward coffee
Some slow morning hours, we took
We sipped as we laughed over Uno
We perused both earrings and book

We wandered to ancient Aideen
A princess known less every year
Imagining how such a formation
May have been positioned right here

A stone which is called still a portal
Offering our own minds a tension
To wonder if somehow thin spaces
May offer glimpse of more dimension

The heartbeat of green pulses loudly
In visions of forests and glens
To pause over mosses and flowers
Giving thanks to Whom all it depends

We boarded a small ship in water
We rounded the Ireland eye
The puffins and million others
Watched as our group passed them by

We closed out the day at the tavern
By the Abbey of St. Mary’s name
Feasting on Ireland’s treasures
Remembering why here we came

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Ireland: Day 2

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Our first day, contented to wander
Discovering where we had come
Our bodies still moored to a city
6 hours behind, by the sun

We soaked up the beauty of family
We saw the hung nets by the sea
Awakened by salt water breezes
We knew this was where we should be

We gazed on their rich filleted plunder
We petted their lobster with smile
We laughed, though our eyes betrayed us
More tired with each traveled mile

We slept, oh the wonderful mercy
Of place to lay down in exhaust
The sweet relief of bidding evening
Was worth any payment or cost

We dreamed of potentials and maybes
While birds of the coast flew nearby
They entered our dreams uninvited
As through windows we heard their cry

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Ireland: Day 1

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Recently, our family was able to visit Ireland. We had flight credit left over from when flights were cancelled, and we lived in Hungary due to the global pandemic. Combine that with a brother who lives in Dublin for a few years, and it meant we really needed to go! (Free flights & free lodging = Yes, please!)

It was awesome (full stop). So much could be said, but I will summarize each day with a poem and a single picture. Here’s Day 1 (It gets better, promise)…

All packed for a family vacation
(Though down one, we missed while at camp)
Embarking to Emerald Island
Sending ourselves instead of a stamp

Reminded at every terminal
Of two centuries and a half
Examined and prodded with smiling critique
By well-mannered airport-ish staff

Very soon, the strong winged portal
Will whisk us to our destination
Like ancient magic, our family moves
With speed and yet still limitation

They say to us, “Buckle for safety”
When turbulent winds may appear
What do they think we’ve been doing
Each moment of our journey here?

Relinquishing all control fully
We go where we all will be taken
Landing on waking, in Dublin
Unless our pilot is mistaken