Irish Welcome. Poem by Michael Cochrane
Irish Welcome.
The rain beats the stone walls.
The bog cotton trembles in the sweeping winds from the sea.
The cottage door is open and your welcomed with a handshake with rough hands that work the soil, with hearts so open and kind. The Craic is flowing like Guinness and music fills up to the rafters and the richness of life abounds.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
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