Title: This Lovely Farm That Deirdre Keeps Post by: Texan on May 20, 2013, 10:19PM For those that don’t know Deirdre – she truly is an angel with a voice to match.
This poem is about her leaving home, her parents farm, to sing to audiences outside of Ireland, the hearts she won with her voice but with a longing to return home to the farm in the countryside of Ireland. If you ever get an opportunity to see her sing – don’t miss her. And yes, she did sing to the cows (lucky for them). We love you Deirdre. Wrote this five or six years ago. Anyways, after attending a Celtic Woman concert recently and discussing past and current members with a dear friend and fellow Celtic Woman fan, I thought I would post some old entries I made that are not on the forum today. And particularly for new members and fans, post and make a comment. This is the first old post of a few I’ll be making. This Lovely Farm That Deirdre Keeps Sun rising, a gentle breeze, rustling leaves Morning sun’s rays search for thee The precious little girl, through the window Listening to nature’s music her head on pillow Awakes this day to see this old tree Greets Mamma and Papa in the shelter To start the day a farmer’s daughter Now on her way her chores to do It’s a farm you see, so much to do As she merrily skips in the dew I watch in wonder, this old tree As she greets the birds, looks at me Promises she’ll soon be with me The cows waiting in the barn They moo to her but’s it’s a song For it’s Deirdre they’re anxious to see She sings to them you see The sweetest milk in all Ireland They give to her, it’s her music must be Chores completed she comes to me I spread my limbs provide space she needs Birds chirp on the perch I provide Cows now in silence with ears raised high She hears the breeze thru my leaves And begins to sing such lovely lullabies Momma and Papa on the porch in praise That’s their little girl so proud they raised The gentle breeze sweeps up her sound Over the hills to the village town The barbershop, butcher shop, all around In town listen to this morning sound But those were the days of yesteryear It’s lonely now for she left our town For others to hear her beautiful sound Momma and Papa the cows and me Roots so deep we had to keep Our feet on this Irish farm Quiet now, still lonely it seems Mamma and Papa a special place under me Listening to the birds, the breeze, so serene But the breeze, sad music from the leaves For a tear in the music they heard Echoes of Deirdre in the breeze, Thru the leaves of this old tree. In my slumber she speaks this old tree Messages she sometimes sends to me She awakened the silence from my deep sleep Deirdre’s tears I hear, though within she keeps So many tears, my leaves they weep So soft, no salt but sweet to the earth below to keep The space you so graced this hallowed ground I keep For Momma and Papa so weary and torn From this farm they worked so hard and so alone Their daughter away from home Their baby they gave for the world to know The beauty of Deirdre, voice of an angel Ireland rejoicing, claim her as their own She became world renown. But she was away, so far away from home To give the world a voice they’ve never known This beautiful girl so heavenly sown But Deirdre kept in her heart the loving ways Of Mamma and Papa the way she was raised And on one bright day returned to the farm at last Rejoiced, the birds the cows assembled the cast Deirdre smiled for she always grew Since a little girl from the magic she knew She heard and she knows Through that window in her room Where she now rests head on her pillow Dreaming of the morning sun The music from the birds, the breeze Thru the leaves from this old tree The love a home can grow The magic we gave her, the birds the bees Mamma and Papa and this old tree This angel we shared for the world to see A voice from heaven and only in Ireland The land, the trees, bordered by seas This beautiful girl could ever be The little farm girl who grew up to be This beautiful angel who sang to me Her song of tears will no longer be. Momma and Papa always in her heart And in her heart she could never part. This girl who always sang from her heart Is morning now this angel sings This special place under my wings And on the hill overlooking the farm Stand Momma and Papa arm in arm Their hearts whispering in the breeze…, saying Deirdre, deep within you’ve always been In our hearts the home we send And the birds from travels afar Who stop to rest on my wooden arms Speak to her in voices she understands To tell of her travels so much she reaped Deirdre in their hearts her fans to keep So says this tree with roots so deep This lovely farm that Deirdre keeps The place she never weeps We love you Deirdre, our hearts must send Over darkened seas, our whispers in the wind To that old tree its leaves its limbs Through that window to your pillow Restful sleep, you beautiful angel. Lester Title: Re: This Lovely Farm That Deirdre Keeps Post by: littlecubspirit on May 20, 2013, 11:40PM What a beautiful poem
Title: Re: This Lovely Farm That Deirdre Keeps Post by: Scott on May 21, 2013, 12:48AM Thank you Lester, that was a beautiful poem! :) In a way, even though I know you wrote it to honor Deirdre, it almost sounds like it was written to honor everything that is, or ever was, beautiful in Ireland. :) Title: Re: This Lovely Farm That Deirdre Keeps Post by: Texan on May 23, 2013, 09:26AM Thank you Lester, that was a beautiful poem! :) In a way, even though I know you wrote it to honor Deirdre, it almost sounds like it was written to honor everything that is, or ever was, beautiful in Ireland. :) Misha and Scott, thank you for the comments. Scott, yes you are correct. Written specifically for Deirdre but also the beauty that is Ireland. The land, the trees, bordered by seas.... And the home of an Irish princess Lester |