I always wanted to go back to Ireland
And view new sites I have not seen before.
Pub, again, with town folk telling stories
I find captivating, have not heard before.
There is so much beauty on this island,
No matter what direction you may look.
And like a load stone, I am drawn to it.
I must return even, if, by hook or crook.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem