If there were a place to be

Tis Ireland for me

She’s an enchanting dream

Rolling hills of green

A scent of floating mist

Where the Shannon flows

And a nightly castle glows

I really don’t know exactly where my fascination for Ireland came from. The music of the emerald isle has been an allure for me. There is something enchanting about Irish flutes and eerie bagpipes. This finds its way to the green landscape. I picture myself in Dublin town, listening to street musicians playing old folk tunes. It could be the fast beat of a fiddler or a slow Gaelic love song.