Lauretta P. Burns

(Denver, Colorado)

Ireland My Ireland - Poem by Lauretta P. Burns

When you visit dear old Ireland,
Please say a special prayer.
Light a candle in the Abbey,
for my heart is always there.

Place this little pot of shamrocks,
in the chapel by the sea.
Because, you know I love them so,
and they're a part of me!

On this tiny piece of linen,
I cried a million tears or so.
Bury it in the garden of the place,
I once called home.

Oh! Ireland my Ireland
It's the place I long to be.
I left my heart in Ireland,
in that Chapel by the sea.
I can hear my Mother calling,
My boy come back to me.


Comments about Ireland My Ireland by Lauretta P. Burns

  • (4/13/2012 12:12:00 PM)


    what type of poem is this and is it published? (Report) Reply

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  • (11/11/2008 5:06:00 PM)


    Really great.
    I've been in Dublin Ireland once. stayed there for about 2 months
    not that iam from Ireland or Irish
    but, i went to visit a couple of people
    Its beautiful country
    This Poem Kinda reminds me of my visit
    Iam gona have to give you a ten 10++++
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  • (7/18/2006 5:23:00 PM)


    I am reading all the Burns poets on this site.
    Wish I had read this one before I left for Ireland in May.
    I spent 10 days there, my first visit ever, and though it is not my home, I wish it were.
    Next time I go, I will think of your poem, whic is quite is lovely and evocative. Thank you
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  • (2/9/2006 12:21:00 PM)


    Being Irish I might be bias but that is a lovely poem
    All the best
    Ian
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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