Soft mist lies on the heather
Fair meadow dressed in green
Moss roses peek from craggy rocks
Idyllic Irish scene
The fields yield pleasing harvests
Long gone harsh seasons lean
When mounts of death crushed down this land
The likes no one had seen
I view this isle from far away
An ocean in between
My heart tugs with sad memories
Of youth and dreams pristine
My spirit longs to go there
Return to what has been
Where brambles wed with berries
Idyllic Irish scene.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah Liilia, ' soft mist lies on the heather', 'long gone harsh seasons lean', truly beautiful write, a family heirloom for the next generations!