memory poem

As Maddie mentioned before, we are both in beginning poetry this semester. I just put together a “memory” poem about my trip 8 years ago to Ireland, a very important trip for my mom and I. Even though you wouldn’t guess it, my family’s Irish heritage is very important to us, including my dad, who could have some Irish background, but we’re not sure. Anyway, long story short, here’s my (FIRST) draft of this poem:

Céad Míle Fáilte (A Hundred Thousand Welcomes):

A Love Letter to Ireland

There are no pictures to help remember,

But maybe that’s best.

Every once in a while

A smell with tickle my nose

And it takes me back to the nice Manor

With scented toilet paper.

 

My memory is a scrap book

Of when we visited the land

Where our ancestors walked for centuries.

 

The old men looked like dolls,

Sitting in pubs, speaking Gaelic,

Hair white and cheeks pink.

Butterflies fill my stomach as

I think of listening to British pop

While looking at grey rocks and skies.

 

Driving past green hills dotted with sheep

And casual 500 year old castles

Standing like abandoned barns in the country.

 

The most meaningful part was probably

When I laid down on the old castle bricks

And trusted an old man to support me

As I pulled myself towards the ancient stone,

Hanging upside down as I kissed Blarney

And received the gift of gab.

 

Nowhere compares to Eire

The Emerald of the world

Erin go bragh

 

There you go! Again, this a first draft!

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