Mt Home Land

By Darragh Dixon, Rang 5

Object No. 95 Emigrant's suitcase, 1950s
National Museum of Ireland - Country Life

It was a stormy night

The war was quiet

The fighting had died down

As I lay in bed thinking of Ireland

The land of my home town.

 

The suitcase opened full of gear,

But hidden were my pictures dear.

The photos of my friends and family

Caught up in some sad fatalities.

 

Memory’s filled my head from childhood

Fishing the very best that I could

Playing, running, messing about

Not coming home till tea I doubt.

 

As I sit here with tears in my eyes

And lots of people start to arise

The wars awakening, it’s starting now

Will I see them again, if so, the question is how?

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