When Irish Eyes are Happy
Photo Credit: (c) 2014 Linda M. Rhinehart Neas With the feast of St. Patrick quickly approaching and my book on Ireland still "in the works," I decided to share some of the inspired poems from my time in the Emerald Isle. Nestled in the Ocean Tectonic plates slammed together, creating a land of mountains and valleys so rich, so green that once there the soul is changed forever. Glaciers gripped the land, leaving behind treasures that still boggle the mind of those who study the comings and goings of stones and minerals. Fifty-three and a smidgen degrees North Six and a speck degrees West, surrounded by wild blue ocean, covered in heather and peat, my ancestors lay silent, part of a historic fabric sewn in blood, sweat, tears and rainbows. LMRN © 2014 O’Riordan –The King’s Poet When I was half-past six years old, the wo...