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IRELAND FAREWELL!

Although my heart cries out for thee,

My Ireland farewell!

Oh, in my youth I would never grow weary

of the green banks of the loch-land,

I would play happily until the fair noon

of the Green-land,

But my Ireland farewell!

I am no longer young, but tired and drawn,

I’m old and withered and worn

I breathe my last breath as I sigh to myself,

Young Ireland farewell...

By Marina Kiely

Copyright 1999/2000

This above short poem was written by my daughter Marina she was aged only ten during a festival of poetry and music held in Birmingham England, where we then lived..

It was entered in a competition held for the children and was awarded first prize by famous Irish poet Seamus Heaney after the organisers checked that it was all her own work.

Later the late Donal Mac Amhlaigh a writer for Ireland's Own magazine and the now defunct Irish Press published it in his newspaper column and magazine,the year after in january 1981 saying how amazed he was that a child so young could capture such feelings and thoughts. Marina today with her little son Jess.

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