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« 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
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Appreciation is a wonderful thing: it makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well.

Thanks for all of your wonderful music Deirdre
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« Reply #1 on: May 20, 2013, 11:40PM »

What a beautiful poem
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« Reply #2 on: May 21, 2013, 12:48AM »


Thank you Lester, that was a beautiful poem! Smiley  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. Smiley



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« Reply #3 on: May 23, 2013, 09:26AM »


Thank you Lester, that was a beautiful poem! Smiley  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. Smiley





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

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Appreciation is a wonderful thing: it makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well.

Thanks for all of your wonderful music Deirdre
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