Saoirse

Saoirse


Saoire I see the wind sailing through you hair,

O Saoirse for all that is dear will you dare,


Of your love must I always beware,

O Saoirse wisping gently from your lair;


Ah The sun glints across thy windsome Breasts;

Rain gleams an shines alights and rests,

Like rivilettes and rills it tests,

Thy pure and plaintiff soulful quests;

Alight sweet Spirit by the day,

Or in the night from far away,

Come O Saoirse to the Quay,

Sail in sweet Freedon on the Bay;

The mountains loom therir hills and peaks,

All blended one a traveler seeks,

As by them passes week by week,

Great clouds of Saoirse white and sleek;


Or shrouds of fog amidst the bog,

Or twittering Bird upon a log,

Or distnt shrill annoying dog;


The grasses mummer at your souund,

As you pass mystic 'long the ground,

The flowers perch their petals bound,

As though great Truth has just been found;

I rest alone among the land,

A little pen within my hand,

Awaiting Waiting for my Band,

To find me One lone grain of Sand;

For Saoirse lonley do i weep,

For Saoirse only do I keep,

A feeling fleeting Spirit deep,

As with the ebb on flow of tide,

The great and small of Freedom seeps,

For this great cause we all abide,

And penetrate on Saoirse's side;

Create and drive us on in pride,

For with you we have lived and died;

A babe in arms you once have been,

Created out of Love and Sin,

Planned and plotted out to win,

O Spirit Saoirse raise you din;

I see the wild wind in your hair,

I see your Breasts so full and bare,

Lead me Saoirse to your lair,

For from within life is there;


The sun the Rain the voice of gun,

All these things you have won,

And in our end when all is done,

Saoirse! back to God where you've begun.


Judi Donnelly
copyright 12 March 2008