When I first went to Ireland, I met a very special person, and now friend, with whom I have always shared the love of poetry. In thinking about my upcoming trip for this year, I thought I'd post this poem he wrote after our first trip. It pretty much explains the impact that Ireland had, and still has, on both of us. I keep a copy of it posted on the wall above my desk to remind me of our special connection and that similar connection with Ireland.

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I walked alone along Galway’s

Toothy grin shaped bay

And somewhere there in between

The indiscernible line of the gray-green

Waters, sky and land

My spirit met that of Ireland

And together they soared

Across the waves and hill-lined shores,

Dancing hand in hand

Floating buoyantly upon the wind

In ways I have yet to understand

And in ways I never want to end.

Christopher