On The Shores Of Ire Poem by Matthew Holloway

I sat on the shores or Ire
Watching ships burn at sea
The beach a mix of sand and ash
The wash a blood red
My hands splintered by driftwood
Clung to for life
The screams and shouts of war
Still echo in the night
As the dawn brings to light
Sulphur burning each breath
Sound and scent fade in time
But the memory stays steadfast
And here on the shores of Ire
Amidst the smoke ruin and death
I sit and remember
The shire of Ire