Our Spiritual Home Poem by Daniel McDonagh

Our spiritual home is Ireland
Were our fore-father’s had to abandon,
As the Irish Diaspora fled in droves
To escape poverty and the famine.

To the west coast of Scotland, they poorly arrived,
With hopes of finding a new paradise,
They were openly received with ignorance and hate,
Shown no help from the governing State.

But, Brother Walfrid, he opened his arms
And welcomed the displaced, into his heart,
The sons and daughters of a famished Erin,
Who found their heritage on the pitch at Celtic Park.

Apr’11th 2005