Éire. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

You call out to me from your distant shores.
I hear you in the cold wind and its roars.
"Come back you say. Come back to me.
Dont leave me here alone without thee".

I cannot come back for my destiny lies here,
in this land in the northern hemisphere.
With its snowy mountain tops and many lakes.
The wolves are howling, the elk awakes.

At night by the window, I hear you tap gently.
The wind is ruffling strongly so I can hardly hear,
when you say "Come to me. Come to me and stay".

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .