There isn't any border to be seen
Just beautiful rolling green hills feeding a meandering stream
And an occasional rainbow which
Spans the ancient bog across the bóithrín
There was never a border
As the country in its entirety is an island surrounded by ocean
And established indigenous tribes have coexisted here for ten millennium
Many traders and settlers from beyond the horizon when they arrived were welcomed
The old man reflects on a time that was
Those were the years before nineteen hundred and twenty one
The following year some of his farm was gone
And rare is the rainbow which upon both sides has shone
Happier they are, the hills, rocks and trees
The river which flows south to the sea -
Sun dews glisten and the dragonfly will never see
A border - while hovering down around here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very beautiful poem Chris. I see you haven't posted lately. I have not been here much myself. I will enjoy reading more of your work for there is a lot for me to catch up on. I belong to other poetry sites of which I am much more active. Aloha my friend