Our DNA can recognize
The places it has been.
When we return it to the scenes,
A spirit rushes in.
We often sense a deja-vu.
We somehow feel at home.
Our ancestors extend a hand,
When to their lands we roam.
(August 15, 2008, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
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3 comments:
interesting subject matter / idea in this. i like it.
I like this poem, its very reflective
Thanks, Annette.
Thank you, Joe. I know very little about Irish politics, but I am impressed that you write some of your blog sections in Gaelic.
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