Irish--Nine Generations Back by Leonard M HawkesWho are you Thomas Casey?
To flee the Green Isle,
To leave seed and die
On foreign soil.
Who for so long
Was unknown, a wish,
An intuition, singing
Celticly in an American heart.
For forty years the Green
Alone sufficed for celebration,
And with foreign heart
I envied, observing passively.
But you, Thomas Casey,
Authenticate my ear
For pipe and harp, validate the Green
And verify the Shamrock. 03/16/2002 Posted on 03/16/2002 Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
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