When you can stand,
In the land of your fathers.
Explore the castles.
Admire the strongholds.
When you walk the roads with your brother.
And wonder about all that was before you.
Place your feet where your fathers once stood.
And stand where your fathers lie…
When you breath that air.
That they once inhaled.
And exist where the High Kings gathered.
Then plant your feet where your family tree grew.
And see where the green truly grows.
When you stand here.
You find home.
Like you’ve never known.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
I hope that everyone has a wonderful day of connecting with their own ancestry.
And if you aren’t Irish-
Or it doesn’t include Irish-