Shamrock fresh and Celtic melodies,
cannot take away the sadness of yester-year;
The famine cross a testament to a tale of endurance and faith.
Thousands upon thousands lie still,
in unmarked graves,
their lives, short lived: 'till now, lost in the mists of time.
Two nations – one in remembrance,
bitter sweet the giving and the gain.
The Celtic cross in limestone stands—
a tribute to a people, and a pain
deep felt, this spring morn.
Celtic hearts beat as one;
A gnarled hand grasps the stick.
A tear falls on weathered cheek
for what might have been.
Today the sun shines on bent heads
a new beginning.
A new millennium.
The Green Dragon No 9, Winter 1999/2000