My Erin - Thomas Dunne

Devils deign, Faeries feign
Lamdegs bang
And the Angels sang

Banshees scream,
Wee wanes dream
Far over the hill
Madness beamed

Eternal waking
Death unto Life
Rolling thunder
Pounding, pounding strife

Oh, rolling hills of Erin
With your hearts a tearin'
And bleeding hearts a sharin'
Your weeping Harps despairin'

Aye, but living is short
In the eyes of God
And death forever
On Her Majesty's sod

And you, my arabesque jewel
Of the Northern Sea
With your thousand years of apostasy
Your feckless youth, strewn like seeds

Driven away, driven to stay
With nascent dreams far and away
And here across the bounding main
I remain, I remain
In your bloody name

Originally published by The Bohemian Chronicle, 1994

Thomas Dunne lives in Koshkonong, Wisconsin. He retired in 2019 and spends time writing, walking the country roads and writing and recording (mostly country) songs.

His work has appeared in The Milwaukee Journal, Creative Wisconsin Magazine Mountain Pilot magazine, Liguorian Magazine, Blue Collar Review, Agape Review, and Arts For All, Wisconsin.