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By vincent lyons
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ADD TO MY FAVORITES
Nestled low among the trees
Is the ancestral home
Of the Lyons family.
For near two hundred years
Its bright whitewashed walls of stone
Birthed eight generations
Most of whom I’ve never known.
Built before the famine
And the dreaded coffin ships;
Happy sounds of children
Echoed through the Irish mists.
Then came emigration
And so many had to leave
Their fond familiar homes,
To cross the wild raging seas.
There were sad farewells then
Among simple farming folk;
From then on, forever,
Emigration is our yoke.
Brave new worlds were waiting,
Mostly in the U.S.A.
Millions of our people
From now on would always stray.
New homes were established
Within far-flung foreign lands
And new children flourished
In the scattered Lyons clan.
That wee little cottage
Brought forth many other homes;
I’m sure it’s the mother
Of many more unbeknown.
Though I live in Sydney
And have my own family,
Always I’ll be mindful
Of my treasured ancestry.
A thatched country cottage
Nestled low among the trees
In far County Galway
Will be always home to me.
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It's a sad, but beautiful story. You can almost feel it calling you.
Well done! **THIS SPARKLES**