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Erin Remember ©

David Lee Sulgrove
Nine Mile Falls, USA
2003

Golden green shamrock isle,
divisive, decisive waves crashing,
clashing on craggy rock strewn shores.

Wailing winds weave tapestry currents,
surrounding, sighing, singing
across bonnie Bamba isle.

Skrying mysterious mysts, Wave Sweeper glimpsed,
Mananann on fore deck in vigilance brooding.
Splendid Mane among Tuatha De Danann,
bold and valiant company a skirring.

Specters of the ancient past,
time traversing, all but forgotten,
seen by battle weary wanderers.
Swells, waterspouts
and whirlpools threatening.

Erin remember,
the old god in green
never really sleeps.
In mystic dreams remember,
the old god in green
has prophecy to keep.

Emerald isle of Eire,
loose chains of gold
and silver bind you.
Slip them off,
slip them off.
Knowing you can do this,
is the very first step.
Slip them off,
cast them behind you.

Aengus son of Dagda,
golden harp caressing,
sings the song that reminds
of love, beauty and youth.
Swaying soul and spirit,
to follow the garden path,
sweet, green and laden with truth.

Balor all but defeated,
crouches in darkness.
Evil eye searching,
for hot blood, that turns
to hot word and hot deed.

Quick eye in silence,
knowing eyes watch deep,
knowing ears listen,
even in mortal sleep.

Sadness in the glenn,
weaves tears and fears alike.
Never really knowing when,
the bloody sword edge you will bite.

Hollow empty promises,
madden the fervor.
Wild winds of discontent,
howl across a desperate land
and tortured seas.

Erin remember,
the old god in green
never really sleeps.
In mystic dreams remember,
the old god in green
has prophecy to keep.

Run to the paps of Aine,
pray for prosperity in abundance.
Consult the Salmon of knowledge,
fed by hazel nuts nine.
Take heed of the might
and magic that you may find.

Gain inspiration of Ceibhfhionn.
Brigits understanding and culture true.
Transform evil to good,
seek Eadon, Fachea and Flidais.
Enough sacrifice has been made,
enough sacrifice has been made.

Beware the Banshee chorus,
and Blood basin of Coach A Bower,
drawn by headless horses.
Accept instead the Water of life,
Diancecht will give,
the healing water of Grannos.
Wash away the blood and live.

Ogma instruct you,
in ways of wisdom most ancient.
Turn away from warmongers,
death dealers and murderers most foul.
Enough sacrifice has been made,
enough sacrifice has been made.

Erin remember,
the old god in green
never really sleeps.
In mystic dreams remember,
the old god in green
has prophecy to keep.

May the Daoine Sidhe guide you,
follow good counsel of the good people.
Embrace the ancient wisdom,
as the sun climbs down
and Mor sits upon her fiery throne.
The falling starry cloak of night,
reflects across peaceful,
calm, settled seas.

Quietly now,
drift off,
unto mystic dreams,
of serene, restful,
soothing sleep.


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