Will you sit by my window and write a fresh poem
Of this land called Ireland that you call your home?
Will you dare tell your secrets, your heartaches and such
to the one who seeks to love you so much?
Will you sit my window and write a fresh poem--
A narrative of Ireland for whenever I roam?
Will you tell of your scholars, your saints and your flowers!
Will you help me to know you in your dreadful hours?
Will you sit by my window and whisper your dreams?
For the last word on Ireland is yet to be seen.
by Marlee Huber
Bunratty Folk Park and Castle