April 5 - Ladies of the Gael

 

 The Song of the Ladies of the Gael

Out among us I hear them;
The Ladies of the Gael raising,
Their plaintive songs in the night
Flowing through America like blood,
They sing of home and hearth
Of love and the ache of losings,
Of the joy and pain only women know
Of living with the cost of their choosings.
From Erin, Britain, Caledonia,
They move from yesterday to tomorrow
Like sweet perfume the sound and scent
Of mothers, sweethearts, joy and sorrow.
The men who love them stand helpless
But to cherish the ladies of the Gael
And see the land changed and bettered
Their wistful airs flow o'er valley, hill and dale.

© 2024 by Tom King