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| Source: Ireland Indie Travel Guide |
WE WHO WERE BORN
By Eiluned Lewis
We who were born
In country places
Far from cities
And shifting faces,
We have a birthright
No man can sell,
And a secret joy
No man can tell.
For we are kindred
To lordly things:
The wild duck’s flight
And the white owl’s wings,
The pike and the salmon,
The bull and the horse,
The curlew’s cry,
And the smell of gorse.
Pride of trees,
Swiftness of streams,
Magic of frost
Have shaped our dreams.
No baser vision
Their spirit fills
Who walk by right
On the naked hills.
Today I think of green and blue. Not just any green, but that deep green frosting the hills and fields. Not just any blue, but that shifting blue going from robin egg to thunder storm. Those are not here where I live, but I know where to find them.
