Tara

Emerald glowing in the bluest sea

An island clothed in shamrock lustre

Yet the green is but a hollow mask

Hiding a passion raging inside

Many a sailor met your jagged shores

Many a poet soothed your scarred hearts

Many a sword was drawn in anger

Many a laugh and song rang out

To know you fully is impossible

Your heart never completely bared

But a mere peek into your dark shadows

Clings to me like the moss on your rocks

Smoke rising from your hearths beckons

Like mother and father calling all to dinner

No one ever shared more than you

No one ever had more taken from you